The sun comes up happily but I'm sad.
Upset mothers, dying babies, now Im mad.
Pissed off, dying in my own hate.
Fighting, arguing, screaming out my debate.
Not a lie, but not exactly the truth.
Waiting for that ego boost.
To bring me back to the person I used to be.
My eyes wide open but it's hard to see.
What I was meant to do in this life.
Stepping away from the tempting knife.
Or forward, the possibilities endless.
That one person coming along to end this.
This pain, this hurt that I shy in fear.
Not caring if my time is near.
Near or close, maybe far away.
My mouth's wide open without a word to say.
A word, a speech, flow from it's tomb.
Lost and dead in another painful womb.
I cry, I whine, kick my feet as they pull.
Her midsection no longer full. Not a sound, as I am dropped.
In to the cylinder, forgotten, forgot.
I am trash, hear me sleep.
It's not my fault I wasnt meant to keep.
Keep my only, only love that I wont see.
Becoming a part of another flower or tree. For I was pulled away, cut off from this world.
Her head is spinning, twirling, whirled.
I am no longer afraid, no reason to be.
I am set free, but I will always have that hole Because she didnt want me.