Accepting that I cannot change the passed is more tiresome then one may think. It takes you to a place where nothing matters. A place where you only have energy for one thing in life. In this world of self pity nothing and no one matters. All you can think of is the one thing that hindered you in such a way.
After being kicked down
After having your soul ripped from
Underneath your skin
A touch is the last thing you want
A smile feels like a slap in the face
It hurts and bleeds it's gruesome red
What is left?
Nothing but an empty shell
Letters that curve as she speaks
While you see insanity
I see wisdom
As she only writes what her lips do not say
Covered in ink, do you ever speak
For you are the only thing that hears me
Sees my tears at night even when I sleep
Please never say what you must over hear
Instead let them read what these lips do not say
In my red ink
With everything going on
Every time you listen to the radio or
Watch a television show
Its seems to be everywhere
This hate seems to consume us
It sleeps, dreams and grows with us
When do we escape?
Even the children are followed from school
It hurts them and they decided to end it all
How’s it that this hate has so much power?
The power to take a child’s life?
Could it be our fault?
Do we preach too much about equality and not practice it?
We tolerate this hate
We create more of it for hit shows
We plaster our hate on t-shirts
This is all we do
When money talks we become moot
We lose our voices and opt for societies
That’s all it took for this anger to take over
It spreads its slim everywhere
Takes over our schools and teaches our children
Takes over everything
When money talks bad things happen;
remember that shall we
Bottle after bottle
Trying to forget but not forget
Trying to find a resolution even in my drunken state
Loving the way, it all came to be
hating the situation, it left me with
secrets that I have to carry
Guilt of my betrayal
Not willing to destroy a life for nothing
Not willing to sacrifice my soul for this
It has already taken too much of a toll
The countless sleepless nights
The heaviness of it all
Some say go with the flow, but
The wind is not near
it wants no part of my decision
Perhaps I had no choice to begin with
It is okay to stop;
sometimes we need a second to recollect.
Close your full lips and open those green eyes;
look around and see what once was no longer is
listen to what is being said and learn.
Learn how to read between the lines;
this world is no longer black and white
After all we all color out of the lines at times.