Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Small cry for help
You’ve set yourself up in misery,
Trying to make yourself happy
But relying on self-destruction.
You have knowledge
But it is hidden somewhere
Underneath your exterior.
Why hide? You’re a beautiful person,
Quit trying to convince us
That pain can be fun.
Quit running when everyone goes to you
In love or advice.
Are you along now? Yes, you are,
Referring to yourself as ‘we’
And being fearful of
The small movements life spews out.
A hug would do you some good.
A smile painted on your face
Would be a sight for sore eyes.
Eyes that look hopeful instead of
Eyes that look deadened,
Small changes can be good.
You refuse to see that
Through the fog of despair there lies
A better day.
Utter a small cry for help,
I would surely be there.
June 3, 2004
Suge
Trying to make yourself happy
But relying on self-destruction.
You have knowledge
But it is hidden somewhere
Underneath your exterior.
Why hide? You’re a beautiful person,
Quit trying to convince us
That pain can be fun.
Quit running when everyone goes to you
In love or advice.
Are you along now? Yes, you are,
Referring to yourself as ‘we’
And being fearful of
The small movements life spews out.
A hug would do you some good.
A smile painted on your face
Would be a sight for sore eyes.
Eyes that look hopeful instead of
Eyes that look deadened,
Small changes can be good.
You refuse to see that
Through the fog of despair there lies
A better day.
Utter a small cry for help,
I would surely be there.
June 3, 2004
Suge
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