Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Ineffectual
For awhile, I would pray to god
“Give me one more year
To show them I'm something special.”
I never got the time,
Or perhaps I already used up my days,
Crying in private,
Spirit guiding,
And hurting from somewhere within.
Useless.
I wish I knew how to tell
Mom
That I will make her proud.
I wish I knew how to tell
Dad
That I will make him proud.
I never got enough time
To tell them I cared.
I never knew how.
They just think
I've lost my mind.
But
I've lost all kinds of things.
September 20, 2004
“Give me one more year
To show them I'm something special.”
I never got the time,
Or perhaps I already used up my days,
Crying in private,
Spirit guiding,
And hurting from somewhere within.
Useless.
I wish I knew how to tell
Mom
That I will make her proud.
I wish I knew how to tell
Dad
That I will make him proud.
I never got enough time
To tell them I cared.
I never knew how.
They just think
I've lost my mind.
But
I've lost all kinds of things.
September 20, 2004
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