Ms. Misery

**NOTE: All of these are extremely unedited. They are the original files straight from my laptop. I like to keep mine as they originally were, for the most part, because I feel like it helps to preserve the feelings. Idk, it makes sense to me.


Ms. Misery

Sitting here, once again, I am visited by my old friend.
Hello, Ms. Misery.
She curties low and settles in for a nice, long show,
familiar tragedies.
The effect of your memory.

And all I can do now is wait
for the pain to dissipate.
All I can do is wait
for the journey through Memory Lane.

She takes me hand, she takes my
reservations and walls away.
Goodbye, my sturdy shields.
We enter fast the path to my past,
here we go again.
Back to the battlefields.

And all I can do now is wait
as the pain accelerates,
yes, all I can do is wait
on this journey through Memory Lane.

Oh, we were so close,
but I guess we were just too far away.
And with a bittersweet smile,
I realize that not even three years worth of friendship
could've ever overcome the ending.

Crashing bells, flashing lights, I look up to a distant time.
Fairytales and used-to-bes.
But life played its tricks and soon I was left
with empty hands and my sweet
companion, Misery.

Memories and tears pass by, I feel the emptiness inside
growing, it overflows
and just in the last possible second, the nick of time,
Misery changes the show.

She weaves us through until
I feel that I've reached the end.
Then she pulls me back to my feet
and we go back again.

And just like before,
I fall to the ground, but before I hit the floor....
She takes me back for more.

Oh, we were so close
but I guess we were just too far away.
And with bittersweet tears,
I realized that three years
worth of friendship couldn't overcome the ending.
Ms. Misery, my dear friend, I'll take your hand,
I understand the necessity
and a little peice inside of me
enjoys the sick revisitation of a time
when the world was mine.

As darkness sets in, I pull myself up onto
my busted, bleeding knees
but numbness engulfs me.
And before my eyes, I see the last flicker of hope, of light
dissolve into the sea.

But just as I'm giving in, succumbing to my sickness,
my lovesick screams,
She snaps her fingers and I awake to realize
that it was only a bad dream.
As my heart regains calm, a sudden icy flow
rushes through my being
as I turn in greeting,
"Hello, Ms. Misery".

Again consumed by her poetry.