Today of a thousand
Fight for yourself.
* I'm quite aware of spelling errors and such, I wrote it in 10 minutes...*
There was another time when you said you were here
i walked through the trees a thousand times
to see if you were really near
i thought i could find you in the trees
and if i did i would go up and tell you
here i am, tell me what you want, your my man
I wish when i was left behind i was told why
but ill forgive you because you came back
inside im screaming out my pain
in my hand, you call my name
and in my eyes reflects your face
I’ve been rocking back and fourth between the threads of sanity
no one else, i can't see, why im left behind
there’s a scar or two across my body, some are only on my skin
the others are lodged in my mind
the scars are full of the deep, thick depression that climbed my mind abd drowned out all feeling
like the time we said we could get higher,
but i screamed because i didn't know what to say
you roped me until i was back and quiet
so i could fit in society
i keep my head up, but i keep falling
the grounds so close
i hear the dirt calling
i climbed the soccer goals
but slipped and fell
i never stopped falling, but i still got up
no hands reached out, except mine
lonely and left to cry,
i prevented a few from going to die
but when i am so close, its like a tight rope walk
no ones here to let me talk out my misery
of a child that was beaten and thrown like it was no ones business
i watched my bloodline bleed, thrown into the bathtub
and tuned out feelings and the ocean that was streaming from my face
i put the past behind, bottled it, and timed the bomb
inside I’ve got this screech
that tells me im almost at the edge
raise your voice to my head, tears start to shred my tortured eyes
i hold my breath and grasp my neck
i keep wishing i was dead
i think of other ways to commit this pain
but i never get past my life grasping for its last breath
i feel like a few more times, soon in other words
i wont hold onto my golden Hercules thread
i shake and quiver, and fall asleep
because i know ill wake up tomorrow
and put a plastered perfect smile on my face,
straight teeth and all
and no one will ever reach out
to the tortured, no one will ever guess, my acting is flawless
i have a thousand words to say, but i pretend it wasn't mine to say
i lie to those that trust
i trust and hold close the ones that cause me dear pain
because the scars are my friends,
they brought warmth in the coldest rainfall that was ever shed
it doesn’t sound that bad i tell myself
i say that im fine and each and everyday i still cry
words are powerful, but are hard to understand
i keep hope blended with broken homes
and put the spotlight on the weak
pain inside, i keep on saying, is like a small hole in the ground
the longer you wait the worse it gets
and when you forget about it, it seems to disappear
but someone comes running, across the hidden hole
and fall in and dies
the thing i tell myself, is if i cover it and make sure everyone’s avoids the hole
everything’s alright
but fabrication of an alternative truth still seems like the only way to go
as long as I’ve got a way to run, ill keep driving forward
and hope that i can get a little ways
I’ve turned to numbers, and mind killers
I’ve turned to reckless ways
and painful days as the hope that keeps me going
and hoping that i will forget how to use my brain
because inside the truth, you will find
a tortured child that saw everything
and of a thousand times I’ve tried,
i still have to wake up alive.