The one good thing about pain,

Is that from it, there is a lot you can gain.

When I cut and see those Crimson Tears,

They take away all of my fears.

When I decide to turn on the water,

And make it hotter and hotter,

The pain consumes me

Because it’s all I can see.

I don’t think about the guilt,

Or the problems I have built.

I don’t think about death

Or my loved ones last breath.

There’s no need to think about abuse,

When I see that bright red juice.

For when I see those Crimson Tears,

I no longer care about others leers.

By cutting, it won’t take long,

Before the pain inside me is finally gone.

I could think of a million and one ways to compliment you,

And every single one of them would be true.

I’ll start with your beautiful eyes,

For they are comparable to sunrise.

You have absolutely beautiful hair,

So beautiful, in fact, that the other girls don’t think it’s fair.

And your smile is so beautiful, I forget to take a breath,

Really, if it weren’t for you, I’d probably be lost in death.

I know that you say that you do not deserve me

As a friend, but really I am the one who is not worthy.

You say that you are shallow, but I disagree,

For you continue to be an incredible friend to me.

You say you are mean, well I am, too.

Some of the things I have done were exponentially cruel.

No matter what you do to me or what you say,

I will continue to love you everyday.

And I know you say that the world doesn’t care,

I guess I agree, that sounds fair.

But our Lord, Jesus Christ, does,

And that is more encouraging than anything else ever was.

No one knows how much pain I have felt,

And no one, save me, knows how much pain to others I’ve dealt.

The pain I’ve caused cannot be measured

For I have destroyed the thing they once treasured.

Now they have no trust in others,

Not even in their beloved mothers.

Never will they have a wife

For they don’t care enough about their life.

I only blame one person

Who couldn’t care less about his father’s only son.

I don’t blame anyone but myself

Since the only one I cared about was myself.

It took me far too long to see the light

So that maybe I just might

Have been able to stop myself from causing even more pain

It may be too late but I see now there was no gain.

All I did was cause others to fear

Me and hope that I was not near.

I don’t want them to turn out like me,

Because there is no end to how unfair that would be.

I’m being put under too much strain,

Pretty soon I won’t be able to handle all of the pain.

People tell me that I’ll be just fine,

All I have to do is give it some time.

But I’ve given it nearly eighteen years,

And still, every night, my pain makes me shed tears.

I’m not a bad person, nor am I dumb,

So I know that if this pain continues, soon all I’ll be is numb.

I hurt ‘cause all those I care about,

Aren’t allowed to hear me when I try to give them a shout.

I don’t have any kind of my life,

If it keeps going this way, I’ll never meet my wife.

I’ve forgiven my parents for what they did,

Even though from the truth they’ve always hid.

So why can’t just have some confidence in myself?

I see myself as a tiny, insignificant, little elf,

Smaller than everyone around me,

Even though I’ve been told I have the potential to be

More than I could ever have dreamed.

Why is it that I do not think this can be achieved?

Is it because I try so hard,

I always seem to draw the most useless card?

Or is it because I don’t know who I really am?

Or ‘cause I don’t think that anybody gives a ****?

It can’t be the latter ‘cause I know a lot of people that care,

And not so long ago, that knowledge would have been very rare.

There is something I want to tell
You about Hell.
You burn for longer than life,
Then Satan takes a dull knife,
And digs it slowly into each eye.
Within seconds, you wish you could just die.
Then you realize that you’re already dead,
So you wish you were back home in your bed.
You could have prevented this, you know,
By going to a place Satan is afraid to go.
Go into the Lords’ presence,
And you will someday find the essence,
Of what man truly is,
And what is truly His.
Maybe then you will see,
The truth that will always be,
And has always been,
Since only the Lord knows when.
Perhaps then you will learn,
Why it is so much better not to burn.

I want to be with you son much,
And your heart I want to touch.
People looking at me crazy, asking, “Are you sure?”
I’m positive, the only one I want is her.
You say that you’re crazy, but I don’t care,
I just wish I could run my fingers through your hair.
I absolutely love making you laugh,
And if we were together, you’d definitely be my better half.
Believe it or not, you’re as beautiful as can be,
And I’ve got a feeling you also like me.
You’re the only one I want to hold,
Just thinking about it makes me shiver, and not ‘cuz I’m cold.
You’re just so sweet and so kind,
I wish I knew what was going on in your mind.
I wonder if you wish you knew what was on mine,
If so, with mw that would be fine.
All she’d have to do is ask and I’d tell her,
Then, I’d tell her everything, of that I’m sure.
Being with you is absolute, pure bliss,
There isn’t anything that would be better than this.

I don’t know what it is, but I want to be where you are,
And knowing that I can’t is just SO hard.
Okay, so I do know what it is,
But I don’t know how you’d react if I explained this.
I want to tell you, but I’m so scared,
But for you, I’ll open up my mind and let all of its contents be bared.
But only for you,
And I can only hope that you know that it’s all true.
I’m pretty sure that it all that hard to see,
That everything about you fascinates me.
You think you are crazy, but I disagree,
I think it’s just that you are so extraordinary.
Your beauty is so great that it can never be met,
I’m so sure of it, on it, my life I’d be willing to bet.
Just to let you know, I haven’t the greatest past,
I was made to grow up way too fast.
Because of that, there was a great many things I did not learn,
I was instead taught ways to hurt and burn,
The hearts of those in more pain than I,
Until they were so miserable that they just wanted to die.
But that isn’t me anymore.
No longer do I talk others down to the floor.
Instead, I love to make people laugh by acting like a fool,
And it’s all thanks to you, which I think is exceptionally cool.




Dustin Kohman