meh kinda poem/song ish |
Why should I survive? I don’t feel alive I don’t feel inside I can’t even cry I look up to the sky but I see no reasons why that my hope will soon revive so ill only close my eyes Lullaby seems to hurt, I wrote my own but no one even heard I slept so much that it all seems a blur, I don’t feel anything I only observe It’s like my destiny Not to live Just to watch You see I watch the popular kids and their not watching me I watch the TV and it’s not watching me I hardly even believe that god is watching me This bitterness has got to me So broken so alone If they don’t see me soon I’m gonna have to make em see the truth I’ll go to the school I’ll make that place my tomb Open up some wounds And bleed all over the room. Ill stumble to the halls Write my message on the walls They’ll all read the bloody scrawls They’ll all see it’s all their fault They’ll call me a tragedy, They’ll call me something at least Lullaby seems to hurt, I wrote my own but no one even heard I slept so much that it all seems a blur, I don’t feel anything I only observe I remember times when I truly did believe Had dreams. Looked to Uganda to find children to feed You see these other girls’ sin and seem to find the love they need But I love god and he let this hell happen to me Mom’s reading me psalms but I almost don’t believe them And praying to a god I almost don’t believe in You see I never even ate But I’ll never be thin And since I’ll never have a date I will never meet him Scars on my soul like the scars on my limbs From trying to fight the pain but I never seem to win And scars on my stomach so I’ll never even swim All I see is garbage in the mirror I’m peering in My world is never bigger then right now and right here My existence slowly dies But it never disappears It’s always overcast outside And the sky is never clear Why isn’t god here Why are there no tears? I hope for the hope Hope god is in the smoke That’s why I’ve drawn prayer beats on my shoes and on my coat and why my suicide isn’t why you find this note This isn’t my goodbye Just a lullaby I wrote. Lullaby seems to hurt, I wrote my own but no one even heard I slept so much that it all seems a blur, I don’t feel anything I only observe Cry for her And if you can’t cry please sympathize for her Don’t walk By her at least put your eyes on her I won’t say goodbye to her So put your hands in the sky for her. I’d like to talk all day but I’m also not afraid to tell it straight And I have to say as of late I spot a lot of people’s arms and legs chained to weight And their all chained to guilt And chained to fear And chained to hate The sky is always grey And the pain they can’t escape Their wrists are rubbed raw so they choose to medicate People popping pills born loose to medicate Trying to lose the weight But the weight won’t fade away Desperate They try to cut chains with razor blades And accept their fate But the fates amazing grace. Cry for her And if you can’t cry Please sympathize for her Don’t walk by her At least put your eyes on her I won’t say goodbye to her So put your hands in the sky for her. |