10 years old
10 years old
You dont understand my pain ..
Nights spent out in the rain
Lost and confused
Alone and dazed
My only comfort was haze
I still remember that sweet smell
The only thing to make me forget my suburban hell....so comforting like the thought of feeling at home ,
a feeling i still yearn for every day tryna take it day by day
I used to ponder profound thoughts at the age of ten.
It's not that big of a number if you really think about it...
I know I did.
And i cant refrain
from reminiscing about
Nights spent out in the rain
Trying to understand my pain
And I'm guess at this point you may be confused but you see this is very much a story of being abused , mislead and used.
And I know these things cant be undone
But it bothers me
Cause i dead think these niggas thought it was all fun...
And even though my heart was shattered like fragile thin glass
I was never done
i think I like the pain
And sitting out in the rain
Crying tears of distain
Instead of elevating my soul to a higher plain......
Or maybe its cause my sisters father used to smack me around
And punish me if i made a sound
Heavy hands like giant mallets
I can still recall the point of impact
I tried so hard not to cry
But this time i let out a sigh....
The only thing worse than not being a man and showing signs of pain is expressing relief as if it was about to end
NO !!! Not till I bend
and BREAK....
No showing signs of will just my little body lying still.
I imagine you just felt that chill...
Could you blame a child for wanting to kill....
For feeling rage and hate and always being irate
That man does not deserve a clean slate
He is the root of all this hate
The thought makes my heart beat at a fast rate like a blood lust type rage
but its time to turn the page
And maybe thats why
I sought out love
Like an addict seeks a drug
I needed my fix
Settling for guys
that brought tears to my eyes
Endless streams covering my face
Like salty diamonds
Hidden as I stand alone in the rain
Consumed by this pain
Lost and confused
I smoke my haze to the face
But the thoughts wont end
Im stuck in this place
and it fills me with dread
How bad i want this man dead
I see the knife in my hand
And I'm standing over this man
I cant stop myself
I stab with one quick jab
It feels good and i keep on going
Again and again ....again...again..again
I watch the crimson pool grow
Under his cold lifeless body
But I still feel this distain
Cause he still doesn't know my pain
Those were my thoughts as a child
He broke my spirit and bent my will
Now I'm just another BROKEN person seeking love in other BROKEN people....
Alone in the rain
I ease my pain
With thoughts of this man being slain,
I become numb ......
© 2017 Malik Sierra