| kids don't like to share-writings in scumbag tulip #2-#16 |
| super karate death car. as i reach too high i fall, they laugh but you don't. six steps behind the leader, but you still cheer me on to the finish. seven hundred and fifty billion people more beautiful than me, but you still hang around. i don't look like a famous movie star, but you still want me to call. i can't breakdance, but you still take a minute out of your life to tell me the time. i'm not superman, but you still find time to make me laugh when i feel down. as i watch wrestling you still sit by me and watch even though you hate it. as we split a candy bar you gladly give me your last bite of butterfinger. i don't know karate like jackie chan, but you pick me up off the ground after your old boyfriend kicks my ass. death comes to us all, but you will love to stay with me to the end. i don't have a car, but you still drive me around anytime i want. i call you up at two am to say hi. you call me up at four am to say i love you. destroy the world. on the last days 'til the end of the world. the earth we call home seems to be hurled. as we can't feel it under our shoes. we all know deep inside that in our life we all have to choose. and as i knew, as we knew. this hate that resides in me and you. in some small way we all seen this dectruction. in people, in governments, in religion, in all the above. nothing can save us not even love. because there's not enough to go around. hate is in the air, sky, water and ground. hates in the t.v., movies, music and in us all. we say we can survive but we will fall. not ever to get up onc again. we all pretend we can make it to the end. by saving a tree, saving a life, saving a dream. but when we kill eachother, what will that tree mean. killing you friend for food or to survive. greed and hate is what keeps us alive. and when the end of the world kills us slowly away. on our last breath, we'll think maybe it's better this way. #14 turn the lights off before you leave. on a broken breath you call yourself out. not a worry about tomorrow. a moment of weakness seems to last longer these days. you've been quite for way to long.a soft sigh as you look to the ground again, try as you might you might not like where you're going to end up. you've been staying up later than usual. you can't remember the last time you had a good night sleep. and for some strange reason you can't figure out when you finally fall asleep. you never dream about the future. you never dream about the possibility of tomorrow. what can happen and what will happen. an empty look on your face seems to be the face you're showing the world. maybe a desperate look to us. maybe it's the same look you had all these years. maybe it's just that nobody bothered to mention any of this before. you take it all by the deepest breath. thinking the pain will go away any minute. so you hold it in until you can't breathe. but unfortunately you give up as a feeling of failure fills your lungs as you start to cry. you get stuck inbetween reality and dream. and you can't figure out what is real. when everything is blurred into one. distant in your voice becomes clearer and clearer as it might be too late already. it's like you're trying to call someone on the otherside of a crowded room. screaming and screaming, but no one seems to hear you. no one seems to care what you have to say. and you feel if someone can only listen you might not feel as bad as you feel now. maybe i am the only one who heard you. i'll try my hardest to say those right words, try to make you laugh, try to give you a reason to live for tomorrow. try to be the one who you can call upon when you want someone to just listen to you. but as it goes no one can change a life in a matter of seconds, but i will still try. |
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