Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
It's weird, being invisible and all...
Don't want my eyes to ever open,
Don't ever want to see.
Chase me like disease,
Flush me out, and chastise me
For being strong,
When underneath the facade,
I have paper skin and glass bones.
So many tears for one purpose,
Chasing away the smiles
That yesterday gifted to me.
I'm contemplating lines,
Smooth, down the wrist, I want
To know if the blood looks the
Same as it does on TV.
Or maybe, my shoulders are weak,
And I can't take it anymore.
How often do I cry out?
And no one hears my pleas.
So I'm left with my own
Destruction-causing hands,
Ready to ruin their owner.
And when it's tomorrow,
Everyone will tell me to be brave,
And to be strong.
And I will lie to each and every one of them,
And tell them I didn't do it.
And I will tell them as I bleed,
And they will all wonder.
And I will let them.
November 24 2008
Don't ever want to see.
Chase me like disease,
Flush me out, and chastise me
For being strong,
When underneath the facade,
I have paper skin and glass bones.
So many tears for one purpose,
Chasing away the smiles
That yesterday gifted to me.
I'm contemplating lines,
Smooth, down the wrist, I want
To know if the blood looks the
Same as it does on TV.
Or maybe, my shoulders are weak,
And I can't take it anymore.
How often do I cry out?
And no one hears my pleas.
So I'm left with my own
Destruction-causing hands,
Ready to ruin their owner.
And when it's tomorrow,
Everyone will tell me to be brave,
And to be strong.
And I will lie to each and every one of them,
And tell them I didn't do it.
And I will tell them as I bleed,
And they will all wonder.
And I will let them.
November 24 2008
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It`s weird, being invisible and all...
It`s weird, being invisible and all...
