Sunday Night May 16, 1999
written by Jason
This long winding road…
So many places
and so many faces.
The appearance changes,
But the feelings never do.
No hope, no chance…
But wait–
We’re breaking free
Surely there will be peace now.
So many hopes –
So many shattered dreams.
Why do I bother?
The appearance changes
But the feelings never do.
I am trapped…unmercifully
Alone. And desperate.
I fight to make contact
Only to be shot down
Because they hate me
and my feelings.
But lo — I catch a spark!
Someone cares
Someone does not judge
Nor hate
Who wants me to live.
Wants to hear it all.
The visions that haunt me
The pull that drives me to that bridge
My disappearance would not matter.
But oh…that spark
That someone who believes it can change.
That I can feel different.
And that road makes a turn
In an unknown direction
The pull is still there
I want to give this a chance first!
So confused now –
Want to die…NEED to die…
But just might want to LIVE.