I've tried How I've tried You pretend to know me, Think you can see through every little lie, Every little insignificant detail I provided about myself, Who I was, How I was
I try I open my mouth but the words I wanna say Get stuck Probably behind these ****-ugly buck teeth of mine So large as to block and distort What I wanna say
I tried explaining But once again the words evade me Leaving me tongue tied, helpless, blind OH HOW I'VE TRIED! Like when I promised I wouldn't cut again And the next day I did it anyway I was guilty as **** but...
I tried explaining I tried to tell you I had an addiction, The cigarette of the steel The LSD of that smooth handle The speed of that burning sensation in my arm As it opens up to someone who can't stop himself He's shaking as he does it, silent, words evade him Screams evade him And so too do friends when he fails to say He TRIED!
You don't think he suffers enough? You don't think keeping this promise is tough? My mind is saying NO but only the part I control And it's a scientific fact that you control Only a small portion of your brain It's not always in control It's no override It's no easy way out IT'S NOT EASY
The words he wants to scream The words he wants to shout People look at him, disappointed when he says What he has done, The sin that is bad habit Like he can ******* CHOOSE To be depressed at this ****-awful WORLD That constantly SUPPRESSES him, Kicks him into the gutter And proceeds to STOMP HIM INTO THE MOTHER ******* DIRT LAUGHING MOCKING TELLING HIM HE'S WORTHLESS SO HE HEARS IT IN EVERY TINY LITTLE MISTAKE HE MAKES "Oh, you didn't do this right" translates to "YOU'RE NOT RIGHT! YOU'RE WRONG! SO ******* WRONG!" "Can you please do this again" becomes "YOU ****** UP MAJOR, SON, AND I'M DISAPPOINTED!"
If there's one thing I hate it's causing disappointment If there's one thing I hate it's frowns It's anger It's hostility when all I ever tried to do WAS TO MAKE YOU ******* SMILE!
I told you I tried I tried so ******* hard I broke my back for you I took twice the load I never told anyone else Because nobody else would care
All they ever did was stomp me into the gutter And so I turned to the one thing that gave me pleasure This ****** addiction Where self-harm is okay Everyone else harms me So surely it's okay to do it to myself
a slam poem. I like doing these. it makes me feel drained afterwards, though