I am hanging on to nothing,
as i try to live through each day...
Take me there.
To that place in the back of your mind...
I am lost in a forest of hate,
running around like an idiot...
The day you walked out,
you was so upset...
Grass as green as emeralds I sit upon,
staring across the way at the waterfall...
Dear my sweet brother,
that is closer to me than my own mother...
She walks by already shaking from abuse.
Battered and broken; just no use...
He had a special place in my heart,
til the day he tore me apart...
He is a best friend,
and someone that i can talk to about anything...
" Sit up straight, don't slouch! "
Words always spoken by the proper grouch...
I cut
I bleed...
Wondering day to day
why i must be this way...