Thoughts,
Flooding through my mind,
Telling me I’m running out of time,
If I’m going to commit this crime,
I gotta do it while I’m in my prime,
So could someone please define,
What it means to be divine.

Pick me up,
And open my cover,
But be careful,
Cause I might crumble,
Read my fine print,
Just don’t mock the way I am,
I’ve been through alot since then,
Drugs,
Fights,
Heart breaks,
And more,
Are all the things you’ll find,
In my novel.

I see you sitting there,
Out of reach,
By a hair.

You carve your art on my skin,
From neck to toe,
You put a cross.

You used a razor blade,
And cut deep,
Crosses,
On my skin,
Crosses,
You have sinned.

You look for me,
When you are feeling “broken”,
I’m done being on the sideline,
Watching you hurt every guy,
Just like you did with me,
It’s like you’ve got a degree,
In being a flea,
Jumping from guy to guy,
******* them bone dry,
I’m done being there,
To comfort you when you get a tear,
So leave,
Go away,
I don’t wanna see you anyway.

You think I will be jealous,
To see another guy climb up your trellis,
But what you don’t see,
I don’t care how you’ll be.

Look over this way,
What do you see?

My body surrounded by decay,
Why do you think this way?