Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
On days like this…
On days like this,
A thousand stab wounds
Won't help me heal
On this inside.
How come I never get
The sh!t kicked out of
Me in any way other than
Emotionally?
How come we were all
Crying, but I walked
Away more bruised than
Anyone else?
Where is my dose of care?
But more importantly,
Where is my mind?
I can't believe you scarred
Me with those words.
I can't believe I survived
Because I was certain
Such a blow would kill me.
I really wish it had.
May 25, 2006
Suge
A thousand stab wounds
Won't help me heal
On this inside.
How come I never get
The sh!t kicked out of
Me in any way other than
Emotionally?
How come we were all
Crying, but I walked
Away more bruised than
Anyone else?
Where is my dose of care?
But more importantly,
Where is my mind?
I can't believe you scarred
Me with those words.
I can't believe I survived
Because I was certain
Such a blow would kill me.
I really wish it had.
May 25, 2006
Suge
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