Matters of the Heart

O heart, heart, why do you hurt?
Why must you long, why must you yearn?
Oh to be wrapped in a bubble secure,
Safe from the world outside
To be surrounded by walls, Impenetrable
But that is not to live
To live is to hurt, to grow, to change
The hurt will pass, the pain will end
His love shall fill, His hands will heal
My hands I raise, my head I bow, my spirit I yield,
Lord guide my ways

Death

Oh death, why be you so far off,

what I would give for thee.

The silence that would fill the air,

the rest that would ensue.

I long for you to embrace me

and take life's final breath,

But still you linger ever long,

I'll sit and wait for you.

(No comments please it's just poetry)

Withdrawl

I don't know how many other people get this, but when I'm around a group of people who accept me for who I am, and then I leave them, even for a couple days, I feel really lonely. Right now I feel that way. It makes me want to run far away, so I don't have to deal with the emotions. I was sitting under my desk contemplating this while some of my classmates walked by. Oh to be considered sane would be to ask too much.