Pendulum

There are no words
Left to write,
No tears to cry.
Everything,
Everything kills,
And it always will.
The bleeding will stop,
The wound being to heal,
And something will twist
The sharp, painful knife.
Don't complain,
There are others
In far worse condition
Than you.
Be content
To be a dart board,
And a veritable see-saw,
A pendulum of emotion,
Swinging from happy
To sad
To happy again...
Happy....

~ February 3, 2009 ~

*This poem is metaphoric! Don't take it the wrong way!*