I want to die But I don’t want to say goodbye It’s getting too hard to try So here’s what I recite “I love you I’m sorry I know this came from nowhere But please believe me I’ll always be there.”
We are the authors of our own dreams But you can’t seem to see that I am me You’re floating on the sea On a tidal wave of pain A navy plane flying overhead Trying to save you from drowning In your own lack of self esteem You are seemingly hurting in your own way And you expect me to spend all my days fixing you well I won’t Because I have to fix me first
He makes my knees weak, pink cheeks, happy for weeks on end When He abandons me Joins the military without telling me Leaves me for his country Patriotism showing through the scars he brings home While my anarchy shows through the flags I’ve flown
She is me But happy She is unbroken Unchoked Unfucked She is me but she is younger She 3 to 15 Singing dancing drawing To her hearts content She is me but younger Unfortunately I killed her