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Jay Dec 2013
The musics in my soul
Bass vibrating through the floor
Shaking through the crowd
The electric guitars screaming
Vocal cords dragging out notes
With breathless beauty
Sweat drips down his face
This is music
It electrifies your soul
Jay Dec 2013
Daddy doesn't care
Daddy didn't call
His little girl is bleeding
But no he didn't call
The little girl is hurt
She feels so alone
Daddy didn't call
His little girl is crying
Nobody is there
Daddy isn't busy
Why hasn't he called
His little girl is left alone
To clean up all the mess
She wipes away the blood
And dries up all her tears
Daddy knows whats happening
but daddy didn't call
He comes by a week later
Sits her down
Concern in his eyes
"Baby why do you do it"
She says
"Daddy you never called"
Jay Sep 2013
I asked you to hurt me
To break every piece of me
You looked at me with sad eyes
You sighed, "I love you darling"
I didn't understand

That didn't hurt me
I remembered this months later
With tears in my eyes
I didn't understand then
But now I do
Jay Sep 2013
You were the thinker of tender thoughts
You loved the things no one saw
Until someone laughed
And you turned to stone
Now no one loves the things unknown
Inspired by Shel Silverstein
Jay Sep 2013
We used to go on long walks together
With no destination
We would talk about everything
We told each other our secrets and fears
When I stumbled
You'd help me stand again
Then something changed
Our walks had destinations
You lost patience
For my stumbles and falls
Or the things I'd say
You'd keep walking
While I tried to keep up
One day
I fell
And you continued walking
Never looking back
Jay Sep 2013
There are no words for this
It's not a simple emotion
Such as sadness
It is deep, complicated, manipulating
They call it depression
But that is just a name
It is
Hands hidden deep in sleeves
Dark circles accompanying dull eyes
Cold sweats
Twisted sheets
Nights haunted by vivid dreams
But mostly
It is a heavy heavy weight
Sitting on my shoulders
Making it hard to move, think, speak
When all that occupies my mind
Is the burden
And how it dulls my every sense
And instinct to keep living
Jay Sep 2013
god
I pray to a god I don't believe in
To save me from a world
He supposedly created
But what kind of god
Leaves the people he created
To die and suffer
From the drugs he put here
From the alcohol he brewed
You are not the kind of god I need
The god I worship
Is at the bottom of a bottle
After a few dozen swallows
He comes to save me
I've seen him every night this week
I keep drinking and smoking
Hoping next time
He won't leave me
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