A ½ dozen roses
Every time I get hurt;
A ½ dozen smiles
Buried in dirt.
A ½ dozen clouds
Cover my heart;
A ½ dozen rain drops
Tear me apart.
A ½ dozen black
Holes cloud my soul.
A ½ dozen temptations
I cannot hold.
A ½ dozen razors
Slice at my wrist ...
"and later"
A ½ dozen maggots fest
On my pits!
Showing posts with label self worth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self worth. Show all posts
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
Insect by Richard James
I give all that I am,
Still I am nothing.
Should I hold my head high
And act like I'm something?
I've lied to myself
Just to kill this torment,
I've bled these two wrists
'Cause life came and it went.
I hold this all in
Just to keep calm and quiet.
I do not belong
'Cause this life I defy it.
No one will judge me
'Cause I'm just an insect.
Please just don't listen
'Cause these words will just infect.
I cannot erase this face
That I frown.
You cannot forgive me
'Cause I can't be found.
Still I am nothing.
Should I hold my head high
And act like I'm something?
I've lied to myself
Just to kill this torment,
I've bled these two wrists
'Cause life came and it went.
I hold this all in
Just to keep calm and quiet.
I do not belong
'Cause this life I defy it.
No one will judge me
'Cause I'm just an insect.
Please just don't listen
'Cause these words will just infect.
I cannot erase this face
That I frown.
You cannot forgive me
'Cause I can't be found.
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