notgivingup
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There you are sitting..
Dazed and distracted...
Are you alive?
Can you hear me?
You've made mistakes...
You didn't catch a big break......
But don't stop trying.
Don't escape.
Consumed in all her desiresWhere the willingnes to live have drowned in the depths of despairA dim light appearsBlinded by the unknown she inches closer and closer
Stopping half way across his path I leaned up against his soul and saw the demon taking hold.
He took out his nine inch sword and held to the sky telling me and my wolf, we were about to die.
Feels like I'm going crazy
Can't let these thoughts take control over me
Wanting a drink
Or a sense of pain
I tell myself I need it
It started to become a daily routine
Happening for years
They say time heals all wounds
But what if that isn’t true
Wounds eventually turn into scars
And time can’t heal a mark that lasts forever
Because whenever you look down, there it is
You see people that seem so sure of what they want to do and how they are to do it.
Then you look at yourself and your stomach just drops.
You rack your brain for abilities you may possess that could help figure a way out,
All I see in this world,
is blue
having no one to confide in you
you find yourself inapt to do
the things you wish to find and sew.
Pieces left to rot and dew
the minds who have not a clue
Pain, Torment, Hurt, Sorrow, Emptiness
Feelings I experience everyday
There is no way to describe
Let them wash away and happiness stay
Speak out!
The voice of mutes made by cries that fall on deaf ears.
The sounds of silence ringing on telephones of imagination and hopeful expectation.
Filled with dignity,
Clothed in shame.
Burden by definition something oppressive or worrisome
And what I refuse to be
Mother I’m sorry must have said that phrase a million times
People must be stupid I’m not dropping out to kick some rhymes
There once was a girl
With long brown hair
With bright blue eyes
And skin so fair
There once was a girl
With tears in her eyes
With a blade in her hand
And shaken with cries
My struggles are hard to muster
I feel like nobody understands me
My struggles dull my luster
like rust to something shiny
I though I was a normal kid
living the suburban life
Now I'm black man
Playing Video Games
Strolling for walks
Giving Piggy Back rides to one another
Red roses on Wednesdays
Purple Dresses for Prom
Dressing like a doctor to mend my wounds
I had a love
That did not love
Me as I am
Or as I was
My love had loved another love
So here today I stand
