The words spread a painful mist.
Dark red, like the results of his fists.
I was never looked at with a good eye,
No one ever understood just what the hell was really wrong with this guy.
I was always pushed to the side,
So they could walk in their hateful stride.
But this message is going to turn the tide,
Because
I am giving up.
I am laying my anger down.
I am proving that it is possible to escape this anger filled town.
I am showing that there are eyes that will see
The problems like the ones that has constantly affected me.
This feeling is skin deep.
But I am tired of looking at all these people, and their red razor wrists.
So when he raises his fists,
I’ll return the favor,
Give him the taste of blood he can painfully savor.
Break the silence,
Kiss this world goodbye,
I’m looking for another place to reside.
Let my soul run free,
Taste this cool, crisp air.
Yes, father, I do dare.
Though its not like you care.
Let me go.
Let me bleed on my own,
But please don’t ever go chasing me,
I’ll run six feet into the ground
Where the rainbows grow bound.