Worth ItI'm thinking that maybeI'll do some explainingBefore we get too deepbefore we start to breathe eachotherYou see I've been brokencut into, left openNo bandage could heal memy scars aren't the kind you coverSometimes I crysometimes I screamsometimes I liesometimes I'm meanBut I'm learningI'm not perfectI'm a personand I'm worth itI promise not to hurt youon purpose, and if I doI won't let it lingerkiss it and make it better babyAnd if I run awayjust reach out, hold my faceRemind me you love meyou'll find me dreaming of you babySometimes I crysometimes I screamsometimes I liesometimes I'm meanBut I'm learningI'm not perfectI'm a personand I'm worth itAnd I'll stay clean and I'll stay dry'cause no drug could get me higher than your eyesAnd I'll be bold and I'll be strong'cause I'll know I'll always have you to lean onNow I know itI'm not perfectI'm a personand I'm worth it
Just an Idea, 2This is my idea of life. Sorry for pulling you into it, friend. You can leave if you want, if you can figure out how. That's the way it works here. I've tried to leave, to escape. But after all I've done I find I'm not able to turn back. I have masked myself from the eternal fires that mankind lives in. Outcast by a choice that I relished in, refusing to turn away before I lost my will. But amidst the fear I find joy. I created this, I now exist in it. Or it exists in me. This is how I escaped from the tragedy of man known as life. Breaking the barriers which hold, success is granted for the recreation of that which was ruined. The life of idea. The idea of life. Just an idea.
Just an Idea, 1This if my idea of life. Solemn and lame, of no real use except war and destruction. True, once it may have been the most spectacular thing ever. But man corrupted it. Even the most peaceful of things can no longer co-exist on this plain of reality. In reaching, my mind has gone beyond, taking life and changing it to something of my own creation. It's something of a haven in the pushed back regions called imagination. In the beginning, life created me. Now, I create life. And I do with it what I will. Always. It began as my idea of life, now it is my life. Or, perhaps, my life is the idea. Just an idea.
Long-Awaited TearsMy head aches.There are lines on the mirror,lines on my face.I've tried all there isbut this pain won't leave.And I think it'd be niceif life would kill me.But as I reach for that answeryou appear againMy life-long friend.And you pull me inand comfort me,and tell me not to worry.Still, your promise of salvationbrings little peace.My weak legs give outas I walk.I don't say a word,just listen to you talk.And as you carry meto my bed,The dreams in my headSurround me in hopes of surrender.But as you treat my loveso tender,The tears fall from my eyes.And I cry.
Social DiseaseIt's getting harder to breatheI want to run but I'm scared to leaveThis is my social diseasePerfection is not optionalPopular is beautifulI can't fulfill their needsIn this social diseaseFill your lungs and bleedLike maggots they will feedIn souls, they plant their seedsTo make you lose the strength they seekPerfection is not optionalPopular is beautifulEmpty ears won't feel my pleasI'm dying from this social diseaseCross your eyes and close your fingersPray they'll never hearThat you won't die for their desiresYour life's not ruled by their fearsI stood tall in my uniquenessI made it clear that I would fightI thought they'd crush my broken bodyInstead they crucified my mindPerfection is not optionalPopular is beautifulI had everythingI lost my mind to this social disease
StrayA white shirt disappears into skin adheresadding non-color to chest, arms,A face covered in red splotches from driving waterdriving himself against the waterBlack hair sticks to the brow, slips into eyes pinched at the cornersA foot finds an invisible lake in a disfigured sidewalk,the splash repelled by soaked-through black jeansStumble and a hunched shoulder passes through dry air to beshoved away like a stray,some detritus tossed about in the path of a hurricaneA stray slams into a building, clings to a concrete wall.
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