September 30th, 2012by pangea
Two different roads
One goes to my head
another is attatched to my heart.
A stomach screaming to be fed
I am being ripped apart
By eyes gazing in the mirror
Shedding salt watered hate.
a disorder covering fear
Not dealing with my fate.
The road to my head
Is traveled all to well
By knowledge false beliefs lead
My mind is a constant hell.
The one that connects the heart
Is a journey for few brave friends.
Loving many who will never start.
Hiding where the forbidden road ends.