Maybe you weren't skinny enough.
Maybe you talked too much.
Maybe you wore too much perfume.

Maybe you were never home on time, were a lousy cook, never made the bed, and liked ***** a little too much.

Maybe you weren't eloquent or quick enough, maybe you didn't have the willpower to stand up for yourself.

Or-did you ever consider-?

Maybe you were too perfect.

It's funny how the past comes back just to haunt you
Wrapping its arms around you as if the two of you are best of pals
Just before sinking its sharp teeth into your flesh and bones
Causing you to scream ****** mary begging for it to all go away
But it never does it just goes deeper and deeper and deeper
Until you're on your hands and knees
Crying blood tears from your blackened eyes
As you look down into the reflecting pool wondering why me
Why me...
Struggling to reach out to the other where the grass seems greener
Not realizing it's just an allusion
But it doesn't matter now
Because you have already fallen victim to the demon seed

You were curious--
I opened doors so you could see.
You were scared--
I fought so much to rid your fears.
You were upset--
I gave my best to make you smile.

You changed your mind--
I lied, I bore the pain, I said it was okay.

I was patient,
I was kind,
I was humble,
So what did I do wrong?

These three years are a bleached,
bitterly bluegray frozen, tundra-
full of shallow graves,
where I have buried my companions,
dreams,
and thin ice,
traveled with careful steps,
cherished occasional fires,
to warm the permafrost around my heart,
I follow ghosts made of frost,
who seldom speak,
but never fail to remind me that I am lost.

Its morning,
And the clouds are filling up my lungs
But I don’t want to breathe today.
I just want to stay in bed,
let my covers smother me.

I don’t want to speak today
Ill just let my pillows feed me lies.
Its okay to give up on living but still be alive
Ill just watch the world as it keeps on spinning
But behind.

I don’t want to walk today.
I can’t handle the ground kicking me back to weak,
Ill just rest my knees on the stained mattress
that has lured me to believe all I have is
sleep.

There’s a feather in the sky,
And I watch until it falls to my feet,
Ill pick it up to brush off the sheet of dust
That has gathered on my tired, tired cheek.

Its morning again,
I don’t want the sun to rise-
Today it burns like failed tries
Ill suffocate my skin in sweet perfume,
To hide the smell of decaying, empty fume.

America
"the land of the free and the home of the brave"
Right?
No.
America is not/nor has it ever been free
See,
America has fallen,
it has crashed,
and it is burning.
America was meant to be paradise.
But the people are hurting,
and last I checked,
there is no pain in paradise.
There is injustice.
The rich stare at a boat full of money,
while the poor stare at an empty fridge,
begging for help.
America is the place where you are killed for your race,
and slandered for your ***.
America is the place where public schools forget who you are,
and college costs a life's worth of savings.
America is not what the founding fathers wanted.
The only thing that matters is the Benjamins.
No one gives a **** about justice,
and everyone only works to get drunk.
America owns crime,
and brings lies to the table.
America has lost its morals.
What happened?
war?
power
money
ALL OF THE ABOVE.
America has failed.
But here we are,
in a country that has stopped giving a ****.
So here's my question
*what's next?

From: Daniel Rodden

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