i act happy,
when im sad.
i draw,
when im mad.
i think i have friends,
when they all want me to die.
starring into the meadows,
in the belly of the beast.
hunger growing inside me,
a feeding to leave it all.
no one will care,
i wont even be a memory,
i will just be another one that passed time.
as time swallows,
im consumed by the past.
people made me,
my life destroyed me.
i always put caution on my heart,
emotions are radio active,
wrong mistake can cause problems.
i dig deep for confidence,
but you cant find what was taken.
i lost trust at 3,
respect at 5,
a voice at 8,
confidence at 12,
choices at 12,
myself at 12,
innocence at 13,
life at birth.
i wonder,
will i die by my own hands,
or have the sweet feel of suffering.
demons swarm around me,
ready to pull the trigger.
only to be stopped again.
i dont want you to die,
i just want you to leave.
