Post by Losing The Plot on Jun 28, 2012 2:46:56 GMT
DAMAGED GOODS...
Issues,
I wont address,
Feelings that,
I can't express.
What to do?
To pop a pill?
Will that rid,
Desire to kill?
Smoke a joint?
Or take a drink?
Ease the pain,
Dilute the guilt...
I take a trip,
Or do I dive?
Down memory lane,
I start to cry...
Tears that just,
Will not subside,
Not for lies,
Or some false pride.
Look into,
A stranger's face,
Do they see,
The sick disgrace?
Do they shudder?
Feel sick inside?
And sense the sickness,
That's derived,
From broken nights,
I lay awake,
After the 'dirty deed',
Took place.
Used, abused,
And hurt so much,
In the end,
I just lost touch...
I lost myself,
I don't know where,
Buried deep,
I don't despair.
I'm glad she's gone,
That naive fool,
Uncomprehending,
Life is cruel.
Don't talk with me,
Of lifes 'hard knocks',
I'm pelted by,
Those bloody rocks.
And so I stumble,
Through each day,
I sometimes hope,
But never pray.
Preyed upon,
Confused and scared,
No one heard,
Now I'm impaired.
Again and again,
The razor fell,
Upon my wrists,
I was in hell!
The blood burst forth,
The fountain red,
Comfort was gained,
I'd soon be dead...
No such luck!
They stitched my arm,
Wondered aloud,
At my self harm.
As pity filled,
The doctor's face,
I knew, he knew,
Of my disgrace.
I find myself,
Apologising,
For another's,
Terrorising.
Is this fair?
Of course it's not,
Life is sick,
Who is not?
I know I'll never,
Feel okay,
Experience,
A carefree day.
I'll never again,
Feel disbelief,
Always I'm craving,
Without relief.
Always imprisoned,
And desiring pain,
Bound by the weight,
Of this hate, guilt, shame.
I want revenge,
I want to kill,
So I see the doctor,
Who prescribes a pill.
To stop the nightmares,
Halt the tears,
Ease the rage,
And calm my fears.
I'll never feel clean,
I can't recall purity,
Along with my innocense,
It faded into obscurity.
Innocense stolen,
In the cruelest way,
Thrusts and blows,
I feel still to this day.
I'm dirty through and through,
Tainted and depraved,
Damaged Forever,
By the way they behaved.
Sometimes I forgive,
But I never forget,
Though I want to move forward,
To salvage what's left.
So I accept that I'm filthy,
And embrace it with passion,
I don't do things by halves,
That's just not my fashion.
Walking on the wild side,
Danger coursing through my veins,
I smile at the excitement,
And throw away the pain...
Issues,
I wont address,
Feelings that,
I can't express.
What to do?
To pop a pill?
Will that rid,
Desire to kill?
Smoke a joint?
Or take a drink?
Ease the pain,
Dilute the guilt...
I take a trip,
Or do I dive?
Down memory lane,
I start to cry...
Tears that just,
Will not subside,
Not for lies,
Or some false pride.
Look into,
A stranger's face,
Do they see,
The sick disgrace?
Do they shudder?
Feel sick inside?
And sense the sickness,
That's derived,
From broken nights,
I lay awake,
After the 'dirty deed',
Took place.
Used, abused,
And hurt so much,
In the end,
I just lost touch...
I lost myself,
I don't know where,
Buried deep,
I don't despair.
I'm glad she's gone,
That naive fool,
Uncomprehending,
Life is cruel.
Don't talk with me,
Of lifes 'hard knocks',
I'm pelted by,
Those bloody rocks.
And so I stumble,
Through each day,
I sometimes hope,
But never pray.
Preyed upon,
Confused and scared,
No one heard,
Now I'm impaired.
Again and again,
The razor fell,
Upon my wrists,
I was in hell!
The blood burst forth,
The fountain red,
Comfort was gained,
I'd soon be dead...
No such luck!
They stitched my arm,
Wondered aloud,
At my self harm.
As pity filled,
The doctor's face,
I knew, he knew,
Of my disgrace.
I find myself,
Apologising,
For another's,
Terrorising.
Is this fair?
Of course it's not,
Life is sick,
Who is not?
I know I'll never,
Feel okay,
Experience,
A carefree day.
I'll never again,
Feel disbelief,
Always I'm craving,
Without relief.
Always imprisoned,
And desiring pain,
Bound by the weight,
Of this hate, guilt, shame.
I want revenge,
I want to kill,
So I see the doctor,
Who prescribes a pill.
To stop the nightmares,
Halt the tears,
Ease the rage,
And calm my fears.
I'll never feel clean,
I can't recall purity,
Along with my innocense,
It faded into obscurity.
Innocense stolen,
In the cruelest way,
Thrusts and blows,
I feel still to this day.
I'm dirty through and through,
Tainted and depraved,
Damaged Forever,
By the way they behaved.
Sometimes I forgive,
But I never forget,
Though I want to move forward,
To salvage what's left.
So I accept that I'm filthy,
And embrace it with passion,
I don't do things by halves,
That's just not my fashion.
Walking on the wild side,
Danger coursing through my veins,
I smile at the excitement,
And throw away the pain...