you say i am real, like they are real, the ones inside. i am like the ones inside. they talk to you as i do. see you as i do. they know you better than i do, for they are always with you. But if they are you, will they ever give you anything other than who you already are? Aren't they just telling you what you already know in a different way? But if what they are helps you and if what i am helps you yet i am not inside you the way they are then we are the same we are waking up being woken up having been damaged along the way having damaged ourselves along the way so that one way or another we will know who we are by whatever means necessary they are us but not us as i am you but not you yet we are all here doing this thing together with each other, for each other there is a reason we know what we know, are who we are so if we share ourselves in whatever way we can we have what you need and we get what you have each knows itself as unique and alone until you speak up and find everyone already there
All too often i have spoken out spoken up Reached out only to find those gathered have no ear for my voice My words wash over them like the rain they shrug them off and go on their way Yet still i stand Alone upon this mount of rubble Looking across the wasted land of filth and loss And still i cry out....perhaps one day my voice will be heard When my will is sore... and i have screamed my last breath... i turn within again and find they were always there always listening They heard every word... When the world has turned its back on me...she always takes my hand when i am dangling at the end of my rope Alone between the darkness and the light She reminds me that i have been here before And always made it back... I beg her not to let me go Just this once to let me stay But still i find myself alone again Separate inside this place where others dwell Screaming once again at empty rooms raging against my fate Torn between two worlds is where i am left Always stuck in the one where i feel i don't belong Yes they are real....as real as any other part of me liveing in a world that touches me alone ...makes them no less real With all these lives inside my head....each casting its influence where it may... ....... ...... ..... From where i sit and look out...there is me....and them From where others look in there is only me....
There are times when i am so desperate to be near the place they dwell... i would tear at the wall of this world until long after my hands are bleeding Push until i collapse... Walk the edge for days on end...wondering how long before the fall This world with all its humans... A disappointment from the start... A world of things supposed to be which never ever are A world bent on its own inhalation with no intent to stop... And some wonder why id rather be there then here
We can go there We have been there before But we have never been here, now, like this This is the journey To bring ourselves here To come out of the mind that has decided already and experience it properly for even though what we see often seems to be what it is it must change as we change for it is only ever a reflection
This is where the answers lie - out in the open. To learn to bring ourselves out, without fear. can only be done if there is someone/something we trust to bring ourselves out to. slowly, surely, as the opening occurs we finally begin to know ourselves and if there is much to reveal there is much to know for in holding ourselves back for whatever reason we decide to think just keeps us from knowing what there is to know for we must know ourselves completely inside and out
"There are those who find these times a crime And those who will never mind Living in sin has been induced again By beating the path of the down trodden man Or those that think they know their souls Stab deep in their hearts and listen to the echo...echo... All they hear are the echos in the well"-corrosion