These words are sparks, blood dripping from my head.
It's hard to polish this evil onto this white cotton.
The hate is how this face is turning.
All of what's wrong is always what I'll be.
It's what I had that will be gone forever.
The scrambled words lost in the shuffle.
I continue to write myself into this bad story.
Just do what they say or they will take it away.
Take these pieces of what will never be.
Always follow the leaders, you live by there rules.
I can't remember anything, anyone that was here.
I can't stand this, it's the hurt that is real.
It's the burning fire that can't be put out.
It's the perfectly straight wire that can't be bent.
It's the loud words that can't be heard.
As dark as this sounds the pain is still here.
Always wrong that's who I am and that's who I'll become.
At the same time you meet me you'll walk away.
I'm the loser, so come beat me at will.
I'm always let go, and I'll always fall.
I come with the pain and suffer the most.
I'm on my own, I'm all alone.
You can walk on fire, but I burn to ash.
All the things I had never really existed.
Everything seems alright, sadness hurts the worst.
I can't speak my words, so my pen speaks for me.
Please look closely, so many scars that bleed so deep.
Believe me I'm gone now, but I will come back.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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