I beg for my time.

Do not worry

I’m afraid for myself

Like you’d be with a blade falling from a shelf

It’s a danger to life

When I’m holding that knife

Like demons that cry

It’s truly a sight

As seasons pass you’ll beg why-

-Why did he die

Well let me explain myside

 

 

In my head I felt shy

I never could feel right

My fate was so meant to be swift

In my control, when I smoke a bowl

But most times I feel trapped in a hole.

Unable to escape the fate of unworthy attention

Always second guessing if the affections from a connection

 

 

 

My mind cannot pretend

The face I have is even my own

It’s been forever since I felt I had a soul

I am forever alone.

Whether I have a home

Or completely on my own

 

 

Oh god how I want to die

The embrace of no emotional trauma

The freedom of self-destruction thoughts.

The trust of others has always been lost.

I feel left myself on a cross

My body like a husk

Empty and hollow everyday harder to swallow.

 

 

 

 

My will to live is nearly gone

I let my thoughts subside into songs

With the gift of lyrics music heals my soul

Pain is what creates their fame

Their fame is what eases my pain.

It’d a cycle of feels

Like a sad movie on a reel

 

 

 

My soul feels so old

The pain I can bare

If only the weather was fair

Calm the storm in me and all my emotional grief

Please, I swear I beg and plead

 

 

 

Though I’ve had a great life

I’ve always been empty inside

I’m always afraid to confine

The thoughts in my mind

It’s something taboo

So that means, it’s quite for me.