'Don't Believe In Me (When I Can't Even Believe In Myself)'

Without the existence of photographs
Could you even prove I was here?
Lost in memories and paragraphs
And a kiss doesn't last
And you can't hold what was never there
I'm starting to think that I was never meant to find
This path so sheltered by the dark
A hand so cold that I could no longer feel mine
Is it death or something more divine?
Buried alive as I am still breathing
A shot of something to stop this heaving
No, not life as it feels like concrete in my veins
Soured by the shame
A thousand heartbeats silenced
Many left unnamed
Maybe I'll find my way back someday
As the stars find their way back when the day ends
Not all scars will mend
Ripping myself to shreds just to feel something
Maybe a glimpse of the sun as the sky changes from blue to gray
I want to vanish in the night
Maybe it's better that way.

© Justin Woodall, June 2010