One life, it's a world with one just life. And here you are in my life, Telling me to be brave and live a good life. But now it's too late and there's a knife In his hand and he's full of pride He's at your side Better luck in another life, He slides the silver into my wife. I tried, I tried, I tried But they all lied.
"I tried. I tried to save you. I️ lived in this cage for you, stopped breathing for you, stopped believing for you. What must I do to show how much I would do for you, just to be with you, to love you."
What is raw? What is real? What is simply making it worse?
All these wounds Never heal Because time can’t go in reverse
I can write All these things About how I used to be
Let it out For a crowd So they can all see
But it won’t help Not one bit If they know what’s deep inside
All it does Is make me Regret that I even tried
I write as an outlet, as a way to let all the nasty things running though my brain come out in a neat little package. And I post poems, poems about whatever I’m going through, as a cry for help... but people never listen