Do you know?...
What it's like
wanting to die?
waking to past
screams and crys
so beautiful out
yet raining inside
so cliché...;
so right
You think you know how I feel?
You think you know how I deal?
You think you know me?
You don't even know yourself!
You think you're better;
You can handle these things
Spend a day in my shoes
Than get back to me!
Have you ever
hated yourself
but felt yourself better
than everyone else
wanting to carve
up a masterpiece
on your arm
bleeding yourself free
finding your heart
in a sea of black
feelings so cold
wretched and mad
finding your soul's
like reaching a star
a dream to behold
so close, but afar
looking in the mirror
to watch yourself die
so much more
behind those eyes
but the world
thinks it knows
whom you are
from what you show
what you wear,
color of your skin
on your sleeve
reading "no religion"
as we are the
company we keep
but when all alone
are we nobody? nothing?
you think you know
what it's like to be?
take these shoes;
tommorow, be me |