W hat if I was crazy? Would you listen to me then? All strung up in your playground, So I talked with a crooked tongue? What would you think of me then? The words pile up inside of me. Sometimes I drown it inside of myself. I take the darkness and I hide away, I make something into nothing I twist my words into worst, And I pay for all it is worth. I am a sinful man. Can I do any worse? As quick as the day becomes night, I lose my footing in this world. those words that come passed my lips Become veil and untrue. God won't you cleanse these opened wounds? Dear everyone that I have ever known, I am sorry for my abuse. I wish you didn't have to pay as well as suffer For my multitude of mistakes. Will you ever forgive me? Here is my sorry heart I place it on my sorry hands again. But what if I was crazy, Would you run away from the sight of me? Would you Condemn me for my sins? What could I do with the pain within?
Life and Poetry
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