Dreaming would be an unthinking option.
Hoping would be a step to far.
Living for me, is just taking some breaths.
So walk with me, we'll learn the rest.
I'm weeping, love
I'm weeping from myself.
Because my blood won't go away.
I'm crying
I'm crying, love, because the scars won't disapear.
crying, because I'm feeling this
Are we going back.
Back to the screams.
and knives.
Are we going back
back to the protection.
and lies.
Are we going back?
Back to the hospital beds and chairs.
Are we going back?
Back to throwing away our silver ware.
Or am i?
Am i just going back.
To my uncomprehensable past.
ANd i no I'm repetive
and such a friggen bore.
But can you feel the shivers up my arm.
are you sitting in the room were your brother beat the shit out of you.
and you see it in your eyes as these squiggles come out on a screen. that means crap to you. It means s^^t. I am s^^t. what am I? Who am i?
My words are lies.
My dreams are fake..
I say live on.
I say live life.
But i cry. But i weep. But i scream....
and I'm too afraid to write the last line. Because I'll say something about myself. That i don\'t want to believe is true.
I want to believe I am powerful.
I want to believe I am strong.
I can lift a building if i try.
i can change the world if i wanted to....
