November 22, 2003
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Bradley Alexander Bucsis
Argh! Two more weeks of psychiatry! Countertransference sucks. I’m to the point where I just wish all these suicidal patients would just get it right.
Sailing
by Bradley Alexander BucsisEach day is like the last,
The ever repeating past,
Never relenting
Always preventing
What happiness really meant.
Just one day, my wish would be,
To climb aboard a boat,
To sail away and be free.But dark clouds block my way,
Forcing me to stay.
When the dark clouds fade away,
Revealing a new day,
Something deep inside,
Still brings to me a lonesome sigh.The secret I posses,
fills me with distress.
To hard to live on, to hard to be strong,
But not anymore,
I refuse to fight this war.
The short lived happy times, is what I cry out for.The future comes into focus,
And with that unfolds a plan,
To sail away on a boat,
To a far away land.Sailing away is my way out,
Sailing away are just words I use to lie about,
Sailing away is just another cover,
So people will notice and discover.
Sailing away is my suicide,
That has a hidden meaning deep down inside,
While the waves calm, and begin to yield,
My heart starts to unwind, and heal.Now for miles the sea is calm,
No more chains to hold me down.
No more pain will come around.
From this day forward,
I will be found in the sea,
Sailing the constant waters,
Living free.
Comments (1)
poor baby, hang in there…okay poor choice of words..lmfao…so when do YOU decide your specialization? i vote for the kiddies….cyn