KID
I was born to hurt.
My life has been an endless chain of shadowed pain no one can fix or explain.
I was born to scream.
I had been locked in a personal hell under a silent spell that no one can ever tell.
I was born to cry.
Too many tears over all my years in a failed attempt to diminish my fears.
I was born to fail.
My OCD is the reason I won't be the man to stay rather than leave.
I was born to burn.
With a singed chest I'm not feeling the best but i'll Be better at rest.
I was born to fight.
Dark tresses in my soul begins to take a toll, burning like a pile of lit coal.
I was born to die.
Hanging by a hair a life unfair and not a soul will care.
Will they care if I parish?
Will they care if I disappear?
Will they shrug a shoulder
Or shed a tear?
Will there be flowers at my grave
A soul in sight?
Will they pay their condolences
Or run in fright?
Will the clouds turn grey
And the sun go hide
If my body lay cold
And I just died
If my soul separated from my body
Would somebody miss me?
Will they reflect on my life
Or just let me be?
Does anyone love me?
Am I worth her time?
Would she be primped and pristine
Or have lived a life of crime?
I hate my life!
I can't do this anymore!
I tried to make friends
But they just shut the door!
I'm locked in this cell
The cell of shadows
The sounds of screams
Overlap the bellows
I'm disturbed, a freak of society
I'm lethal, I'm violent
Im unloved.
That's a lie.
LIZ
I was born to hurt.
My life was full of watching people die hurt and bleed.
I was born to scream.
Gunshot wounds rape assault blood.
I was born to cry.
death, pain, fear, cold, blood.
I was born to fail.
I could never do enough, give enough, provide enough...I'm not enough.
I was born to burn.
The smoke of the streets rise in a never ending heat, each cigarette filling my lungs with a exhilarating high.
I was born to fight.
I'm standing up until not a drop of blood is left of me.
I was born to die.
I'm just another street rat, bound to rot on the cold cement roads I was raised on.
Will they care if I parish?
Will they care if I disappear?
Will they shrug a shoulder
Or shed a tear?
Will there be flowers at my grave
A soul in sight?
Will they pay their condolences
Or run in fright?
Will the clouds turn grey
And the sun go hide
If my body lay cold
And I just died
If my soul separated from my body
Would somebody miss me?
Will they reflect on my life
Or just let me be?
Does anyone love me?
Am I worth his time?
Would he be primped and pristine
Or have lived a life of crime?
I hate my life!
I can't do this anymore!
I tried to make friends
But they just shut the door!
I'm locked in this cell
The cell of shadows
The sounds of screams
Overlap the bellows
I'm disturbed, a freak of society
I'm lethal, I'm violent
Im unloved.
Can we come together somehow?