THIS SHIT IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!!
10/13/02
Two New Poems Added:
Dedicated:
I speak simplicity, yet the meaning is deeper
I claim it's my soul but my heart is my keeper
It leads me to place where guilt follows my reason
To a place where paranoia is always in season
Just keep breathing, that's the main focus of being
But every thought is contradicted with every image I'm seeing
Constantly pleading, while daggers threaten their entrance
The whole crowd watches, but only one listens
This solo ear of a sad face appears stained with tears
For like spirits of the same fate, these two hold the same fears
Through cries and cheers, seperating truth from what is false
The body is not truly alive if it carries no pulse
Tortured:
I look down at these razors as they lay against the cold bathroom tiles
It kinda reminds me of my pain amongst all the happy faces and smiles
As I slowly pick up one of the blades, thoughts rush to my head
What would others think, if they knew that I was the reason I was dead?
I throw the razor down and cover my face with my hands
I was gonna do something with my life, suicide wasn't the plan
But I guess plans don't always work out, so I pick the razor back up
And now that I start to think about it, my life has always been jacked up
No one ever cared about me, they just used me for their own gain
And now I sit here on the bathroom floor 99 percent insane
Look at me now, ma, you'd be so proud of me, wouldn't you?
"Your brother always did things right, why couldn't you?"
I'm not my brother, nor will I ever be like him
I'll never make you happy, although I'm at the end of the limb
Staring at the razor and choking back on my own tears
It is now my time to conquer, my own worst fear
To live and die, a failure..cuz dat's all I'll ever be
And now with this razor, I set my tortured soul free
