Unspoken Volumes 1 - The Glass Coffin

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When someone builds him/herself a life based on a lie, albeit a white lie, to please others, one day when he/she feels used and discarded, resentment will take over and a feeling of despair and being trapped. If the lies are revealed, the sacrifices made to make everyone happy will end up making the person look like the bad guy. It's a vicious circle and the lies will have to continue otherwise the lives of all around will be destroyed as well as his/hers. At this point, it's easier to just give up and stop breathing because the reason for all this in the first place is to make others happy. So the lesson here is we should be honest with ourselves and others and not become martyrs as you can't please everybody. You'll end up hurt and ruined. Be clear from the beginning as to what is to be expected from you and what you expect from others in relationships and if they don't understand or reciprocate, it's better not to be in this relationship in the first place. the heartbreak and disappointment in the beginning is much more merciful than the destruction of the will to live in the end. Think about it...

Submitted: April 21, 2007

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Unspoken volumes of pain

Crowding my glass coffin

No breathing room in this place

Truth is a bitter pill stuck in my throat

I wash it down with a diet coke

A bittersweet lie on which my life I base

Sedimentary trauma fills me with fears

That my heart’s turning into a fossil

Each night I weep a flashflood of tears

It’s easier to just drown

Than to try and break free

If I pursue my real dreams

The others’ lives will be debris

It’s so tempting to just give up

I made my bed and on it I must lie

Yet I must never close my eyes

It’s so easy to let go and die

They say stop feeling…there is no hope

They want to protect me from pain

I can only see my dreams through the glass

I have to continue lying to myself

Or I’ll never be happy in my coffin of glass

Unspoken volumes of pain

Unspoken volumes of pain

Crowding my glass coffin

No breathing room in this place

They ask me to stop feeling

I can only see my dreams through the glass

I have to continue lying to myself

Oh I wish I could break free for a day

Live my dream even if for a moment

But such a dream can only be given in charity

But wouldn’t that be another lie?

The last thing I need is pity

Die or live happy never after

Unspoken volumes and no sleep

Rivers of sorrow I weep… I weep

Amy Saleh, April 20, 2007. All rights reserved


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