To whom it may concern
I have laid awake, wondering what it feels like to be alive.
Even if just a moment, suspended in time, so I could re-live it over again.
I have lived a life afraid to turn a page
Fearing my suicide may lie on the other side.
If I could steal every second of happiness, That you have had.
My burdens would rain on your shoulders
And I would be whole, for the first time, in a long time.
Sheltered in poverty, I have never had a thing
Pictures of a broken home lie around me
This foundation was built to collapse
I sit on the outside looking in
A painful truth, hard to bear
I see you, for what you are
And I have nothing but a cold dead stare.
I don't know what I have left
Or what the world will do to me
If I could write one last thing to you
It would read "this place has nothing left for me"
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
These dreams are what we have to build on
What we have come to know
Our minds have been ravaged
These voices echoed so many times
Controlling who we are, and how we get by
The road seems long as ever
As we grow restless to escape this place
As I remember
I am everything I have ever wanted, And everything you didn't want for me.
All I wanted was someone who believed in me.
We are daydreamers
With aspirations that touch the sky
And now I know this is where I lie
We may be blind
But we can see what we were meant to be
All I know is that this means so much to me
Tired hands and waking eyes
Will tell the story of how we lived our lives
As I fall in my final days
These are the memories that will never fade away.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC