| The Truth Along With Some Hurt and Sorrow Someone help me I can�t take this anymore Someone help me I can�t take this anymore Can�t you see the pain in my eyes? Can�t you see that I wanna die Can�t you see that I�m hurt when I cry Or are you too focused on your lies? The lies that you tell me The lies that you tell freely Those lies you want the world to believe You said a lie, and now I bleed You may not understand me You may not want to learn But understanding some else other than yourself Helps you to get away from the burn The burn is that burning sensation for something better Since we all wish for that everyday But if you understand the rest of the world Then you�ll see, that you�re better off with your life anyway We all need a little vent sometimes Ranting about our problems which hide behind the lies Seeking help which is not there Looking for refuge, from those evil stares Those stares come from those who do not understand From those who don�t want to take the time to know you Those are the people who don�t see who you are Those are the people, who want to destroy you Your are probably wondering why I know so much About these stares and these type of people Why I am telling you all this Why I am speaking of this evil Because I live this everyday I have to live with the people and the stares The people talking behind your back The people, who never really cared For if I was to die today Those people wouldn�t care They�d say, �oh it was meant to happen� They never even wanted me here But there are those many few You care about you and me They help us along the way For no petty little fee They do this out of the kindness of their heart And ask for nothing in return They take time out of their life To help ours, make a sudden turn For these people only want to see us happy Unlike those bastards who like it when we pain But I would sacrifice my self for both groups Because I am that insane You are now probably asking, �Why help them both� I will tell you only if you promise to keep it secret I want your word, not a fictitious oath I would do anything for the people who help me Kind of a way of showing my thanks I would give even my own life for them Just to show them�my thanks And those other people I would kill myself if it meant them dying too For they kill me inside, with all their hate So why shouldn�t they die to I could go into detail What I would do to them But that�s another grotesque poem And this my friend, is the end |