Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The four things I never showed you
My eyes.
The way they look when I cry
Or after I cry
Or when I'm about to cry.
How deep did you look
When you looked into my eyes?
My scars.
I'm surprised by how many
Have faded through the years.
I did them myself,
Many time when I was crying my eyes out.
I'm sorry.
My words.
What I really think.
How I really feel.
Just to help you touch on
Something real,
Because my scars weren't enough.
My suicide notes.
They never got sent out,
I'm going to burn them.
They are worse than my eyes,
Worse than my scars,
Worse than my words,
And more painful than all of them combined.
July 19, 2005
Suge
The way they look when I cry
Or after I cry
Or when I'm about to cry.
How deep did you look
When you looked into my eyes?
My scars.
I'm surprised by how many
Have faded through the years.
I did them myself,
Many time when I was crying my eyes out.
I'm sorry.
My words.
What I really think.
How I really feel.
Just to help you touch on
Something real,
Because my scars weren't enough.
My suicide notes.
They never got sent out,
I'm going to burn them.
They are worse than my eyes,
Worse than my scars,
Worse than my words,
And more painful than all of them combined.
July 19, 2005
Suge
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The four things I never showed you
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