I learned to play with my emotions,

Mock that which makes us human

At a young age I had already turned the page to the next chapter in my life,

I was above the status quo.

At 11 I learned that you have to die for something to live with nothing.

And I have killed myself more times than I care to put in words.

Lonely cries of my tarnished soul that I **** piece by piece

Some days I wish that my soul was whole.

Some days I wish I had died some more.

Don't want to..... hurt any more

More living equates to more emotions I must cast off

Why must I yearn for another's touch?

Why must I delude my honed sense and reason with false realities.

"You see what you want to see,

You shall never be the ONE"

You pay testament to others stories

You don't have you own,

Must have flipped through your pages to quick

Because now you're left without a book.

No pen, no pad, no paper

You were to far above the status quo.

You will forever be forgotten,

You shall never be remembered

But rejoice for you shall never die,

For you have never lived.

You are son of man

Slain by  woman

Slain in the spirit

A slap in gods face.

The forgiven disgrace eternally given a second chance

But sometimes it's a worthwhile to forsake,

To be forsaken,

In order to **** off your emotions.