being fallen
it's the lowest feeling in the world;
having to look into the eyes of the one person
whose smile shines so bright that your knees quake
whose presence alone leaves you in awe
when you know they don't even see you
standing right in front of them
it's the lowest feeling in the world;
running around your mess of a room
books papers pens clothes posters
all you're looking for is the journal
you have to find it
otherwise this feeling you're holding onto
this one that you need to write down
this one that you need to remember
will be lost forever
and you can't find the journal in the mess
so you just cry
it's the lowest feeling in the world;
when you can't say how you feel
you cannot dictate those words and speak them
because the second you do everything will fall apart
every word you spoke yes
the words you hand picked so meticulously
thrown away
the conversations the laughter the joy
cast into the arms of violence
just like that stupid feather in Forrest Gump
you'll remember all of it but now it's nothing but a
constant reminder
it's the lowest feeling in the world;
being left behind
your hood is up and you're shielding yourself from the
icy ignorance of the person you love being
happy
without you
it's the lowest feeling in the world;
when you're young and innocent and eager to give yourself away and you
give yourself away
but you haven't yet learned that the most beautiful things in life tend to be
very fragile
so in your blind effort to be happy
and feel worthy
you crush the thing you wanted most
why didn't anyone warn you
that life is so fragile
it's the lowest feeling in the world;
choking down tears with a forced smile
you're digging a hole
so deep that the things you fear will fall so far
and they'll never escape
but you forgot that in this life
losing your balance is so easy
and by the time you realize that you've slipped
it's too late
it's the lowest feeling in the world;
you're lower now than you ever imagined was possible and you're the idiot who dug the hole