#disfunctional
There is no understandin' for Crazy Makin'
It just is, what it is, what it is...
There is no formula to fix things so broke
It just is, what it is, what it is...
There are no words to express,
when the shootin' starts and your the target.
All you can do is take cover and hope your
ear drums don't pop.
When you become the focus of all
disappointment and anger...
No way to rest in that.
No way to heal there.
No way to breath comfortably any more...
Where do we find the strength to escape.
Put our blown up parts back together again.
What if we are too ****** and damaged
to connect the pieces.
How do you mend a heart ripped to shreads
I ask this....
What then,
What then... Cuz,
It just is what it is what it is....
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
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There is no understandin' for Crazy Makin'
It just is, what it is, what it is...
There is no formula to fix things so broke
It just is, what it is, what it is...
There are no words to express,
when the shootin' starts and your the target.
All you can do is take cover and hope your
ear drums don't pop.
When you become the focus of all
disappointment and anger...
No way to rest in that.
No way to heal there.
No way to breath comfortably any more...
Where do we find the strength to escape.
Put our blown up parts back together again.
What if we are too ****** and damaged
to connect the pieces.
How do you mend a heart ripped to shreads
I ask this....
What then,
What then... Cuz,
It just is what it is what it is....
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
You call me a *****
You say you want me to die in a ditch
Well I don't know what I did
Love towards me was forbid
I shut you out
You never shut your mouth
My wrists are bleeding
My heart is screaming
But you you just stand there watching
I'm tearing down
I'm leaving town
I don't know who I am
But whoever I am your not a fan
I'm never good enough
I'm packing my stuff
No stay you scream and plead
Then you turn around and hit me
You call me a ****
Compare me to a mutt
Now you wonder why I overdose once a
day
My life is filled with hate
But the hate is like a drug
One feeling of warm fuzzy hug
The drug is the hug that bring me to tears and hopes no one ever comes near
I need to get myself away from here
I struggle with my own problems
To half to take care of you on top of them is like a dog caring for its owner
I guess I'm like a dog no wait you might say I'm a bit lower
So here is my apology no wait just kidding
I think I was just fibbing
I should thank you in stead
Thanks for trying to hit me in the head
Thanks for making me scream for making my wrists bleed for watching me die then just adding to the pain by cutting up my emotions with your lies
Yeah you were always sly until you walk right up and said ok ***** it's time for you to die
I just laughed and said no girl it's been you messing with my head
Sorry ***** but I'm already dead
That night I took too many pills now I was in for the ****
I hopped right into my car drove to the train tracks
Ready to be attacked
This next rhyme is an effing fact
If the ***** ain't got her dog
She is gonna disappear in the fog
The shadow that's been killing me for years
Oh lucky me the train is almost here
Grown near for my last stop
Laying on the tracks
The train threw a little honk
Then I felt it
I was nothing but a memory
Come puppy sit
But ***** don't you know I can play dead too watch me your bond to loose.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Dad was a blowhole,
Mom, a plankton feeder
Who never neglected the pod.
The hunters would come
In their little asinine ships,
Looking to stick our
Good sense with sharp points,
Harpooning us into believing
We'd be better off dead and used for fuel.
But Mom would read to us
Stories from books about high water,
And tip those boats right over.
Nothing dared swim in our wake on such nights,
She was queen to the waves,
Who in bows and curtsies,
Became her subjects.
Little did we know this long, arduous journey
Was driven not by kingdom, but by extinction...
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
She's deeply disappointed and angry as it seems
She lives in a land of broken hearts and shattered dreams
Unfortunate for me to be her mirror
I wish it was something that helped her see clearer
How hurt and abandoned one person must feel
Nobody to love her and help her to heal
She doesn't see nor her sorrow nor grief
The manipulation is her only relief
I don't want to pity her but
Want to feel compassion
I must admit for me
It's challenging as well
I try to be as present as I can
I'm paying my respects to all these survivors
I have struggles explaining how draining it feels
I feel worry, sadness and anger for
This land of broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 4:04 PM UTC