The disgrace

  • I want out, out of this place...

    But no where to go...

    So I stay....

    I know I don't believe..

    But some days I could pray..

    That this will kill  me quickly..

    Or I'll go deft or blind ..

    So I either can see or hear what goes on...

    At least further then my own mind...

    Id be in control...

    The stab of a knife from death to life.

    Breathing the last little bit of air...

    Losing focus and care..

    I'm long gone the doctors can bring back...

    Cut the cord, my sight is turning black...

    I'm passing out seeing stars...

    Maybe if I do come back ...

    I'll play in the middle of the road with speeding cars...

    Maybe to ensure the pain, I'll jump in front of the slowest moving train...

    Watching my limbs , saw there way off, see my legs detached, and my bleeding out for the world to see...

    This hatred, this evil, id like to believe it was and never will be me ....

    But as you see me fade under the delusional cloud..

    My family all screaming and crying loud....

    I hear it ... I can feel my eyes moving they think I'm fully dead...

    If I move and inch I bet they will freak if I move my head....

    !maybe I'll just  lay still and pop up from the casket instead...

    They will all be mad, and bitch at me for making them sad..

    Not be happy I'm alive... 

    But wanting me to be gone, long and dead..

    They hit my head, I'm back under the funeral resumes...

     

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