Wednesday 2nd April 2003
Midnight Run
Every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, it’s hard to breathe
The first mile was the hardest. Except, that is, for the second mile, the third, and what comes after.
You see, my lungs are fucked. I ended up in hospital a few years ago, and they were thus diagnosed. I can’t run for more than twenty metres or so without being reduced to agony.
I ran home tonight.
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words won’t bring me down
Don’t you bring me down today…
I stumbled, I staggered, and I collapsed in my room when I got home. But I still can’t take it. Chin up, they say. But I can’t mask the pain. I can’t overcome it. I can’t cope anymore.
Help.
And still there is this emptyness. Lonely, and alone. I had learned to cope, but really I haven’t.
To all your friends, you’re delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The piece is gone and the puzzle undone
That’s the way it is