Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
But they told me it was bad
I use to have secrets,
I use to have journals filled with them
And they burned them all
To get to the bottom of it.
I use to smile without force,
And now it hurts to form that
Crescent of idiocy upon my face.
I'm crushed, I use to have secrets,
I gave them all away and paid to
Have them examined and
They told me I was sick.
And I believed them.
And now I wondered if I haven't made a mistake.
There are hourglasses counting down
To the day I crack and break
Like fragile glass,
So wretched in wholeness,
So beautiful when smashed.
I miss the dangers
I gave myself daily.
I miss my kind of normal.
4-13-11
I use to have journals filled with them
And they burned them all
To get to the bottom of it.
I use to smile without force,
And now it hurts to form that
Crescent of idiocy upon my face.
I'm crushed, I use to have secrets,
I gave them all away and paid to
Have them examined and
They told me I was sick.
And I believed them.
And now I wondered if I haven't made a mistake.
There are hourglasses counting down
To the day I crack and break
Like fragile glass,
So wretched in wholeness,
So beautiful when smashed.
I miss the dangers
I gave myself daily.
I miss my kind of normal.
4-13-11
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But they told me it was bad
But they told me it was bad
