How do you read me like a book?

How can you tell my feelings with just a look

Through my eyes, and down into my soul.

Is it me, or am I losing control

Of my thoughts, feelings, dreams.

It's all torn out right at the seams

Of my sanity.

Yet it takes me away from all of the calamity.


It slices through me like a knife.

It is this that pains me so,

Yet you were always there to help make it go.

For this, my life is yours to live.

I only wish there was more I could give.

And I still hope, that maybe someday,

I will possess the magic to make it all go away.
For: Michael Massey