Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Besieged

I feel gutted, empty,
Like I've sh!tted out
My insides, and all that's
Left is this void.

I've witnessed the occurrence
Of my scars but it was
Almost like I wasn't there at all.

I'm shallow,
For I have always thought
About myself as the blade
Went deeper, instead of
Thinking about how
This would affect everyone else.

August 3, 2006
Suge


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