Things Will Be Better

Your strength is amazing, you fight to hold on,
but things will be better when I'm gone.
My beautiful girl, don't shed a tear,
but it will be simpler without me here.
And though you say everything will be fine,
it just can't be, 'cause when you're mine
your world turns its back: you are forsaken.
Will I not be happy till everything's taken
that you hold dear?
This cut will sear
with the pain of loss, but only for awhile;
I have to give in, I will fail this trial.
I will not force you to endure
this terrible torment anymore.
So following suit of the Prodigal Son,
things will be better when I'm gone.

The real question is can I leave at all.

I Don't Like Saying It, But...

Please don't think that I'm the cure.
I'm not quite sure I can endure
such a task,
but you'll ask,
and I still have to say
this is not the way
to make me love you.
But I really do
not want to hurt such a good friend.
But in the end
I love her.
I still bleed for another.

And I'm so sorry

The Madman

I see a madman in my dreams.
I feel my hate bursting the seams
of my carefully constructed
shell; my pain's erupted,
and as the madman chuckles
I feel my legs begin to buckle.
So I lunge, I catch his throat,
and just as I begin to choke
the life from him, he screams,
"You fool; not all is as it seems"
and then I see
this terrible madman is really me

Now what?