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.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
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.
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