Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Where I Come From
I've been looking to hide, to vacation in my mind
And to soak up the sun of normalcy, to tan me
So, that I'm an entirely different person altogether.
But see me, my dark eyes squinting back tears,
Though they fall when they become too heavy to hold.
I get darker than shadows, rage building into a
Heaving virus that leaves me crippled if held too long.
I can breathe it in, but not out, it's attacking my
Body, looking for weak spots to further damage.
My soul is burning, my insides are scarred as
My outsides, andand my outsides are revolting to see.
Devil's begone, demons be quiet, please leave me a pile
Of bones that will slowly grind into dust and be blown
About, breathed in by other confused, soul-less lungs.
Don't lie to me about heroes, I'm too old to be told stories.
And too gone to be saved. Don't tell me there's healing
Power in prayer, when I feel worse after praying.
I'm heavy with emotion, it presses on my lungs, all the
Air in me being given back to the sky. I'm clumsily
Lost, and my aim is askew, I throw my feelings at
Anyone, even though I will come out more wounded.
I'm selfish; I keep the pain for myself, I'm invisible.
You didn't know I was here until I screamed for help.
Ignorence is bliss, how I wish to be out of the know.
A dark cloud called suicide rests above me. Methods
Rain down upon me and I'm still in the know.
There are no rainbows and umbrellas where I come from.
October 18, 2007
Suge
And to soak up the sun of normalcy, to tan me
So, that I'm an entirely different person altogether.
But see me, my dark eyes squinting back tears,
Though they fall when they become too heavy to hold.
I get darker than shadows, rage building into a
Heaving virus that leaves me crippled if held too long.
I can breathe it in, but not out, it's attacking my
Body, looking for weak spots to further damage.
My soul is burning, my insides are scarred as
My outsides, andand my outsides are revolting to see.
Devil's begone, demons be quiet, please leave me a pile
Of bones that will slowly grind into dust and be blown
About, breathed in by other confused, soul-less lungs.
Don't lie to me about heroes, I'm too old to be told stories.
And too gone to be saved. Don't tell me there's healing
Power in prayer, when I feel worse after praying.
I'm heavy with emotion, it presses on my lungs, all the
Air in me being given back to the sky. I'm clumsily
Lost, and my aim is askew, I throw my feelings at
Anyone, even though I will come out more wounded.
I'm selfish; I keep the pain for myself, I'm invisible.
You didn't know I was here until I screamed for help.
Ignorence is bliss, how I wish to be out of the know.
A dark cloud called suicide rests above me. Methods
Rain down upon me and I'm still in the know.
There are no rainbows and umbrellas where I come from.
October 18, 2007
Suge
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Where I Come From
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