nobody understands me
i speak a language foreign to all man
my English incomprehensible by any other man
a failure in my eyes
my death was all i saw
i wished i was born better
smarter
i wish i was born to see more than i do
stronger than i am
nothing i ever have works for me
so now i have to cry in despair
each night i wish to god i dont wake up
i remain asleep and he takes my soul away
i hope i never wake up
but somehow i do
intact weaker then the nigh before
unable to think right
so i drown my sorrows in writing this and crying
but staying far away from the drinking
why i know not
i know not why i lie
why i wish to die
why i feel unreal
why i was born this way
rockbottom is where i lay, below all the sand and the debris thats where i lay
till god takes mercy on my soul and lifts me up
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"The world around us is still beautiful despite defects. After the rain, the rainbow emerges. In spite of our brokenness, there is beauty for the ashes of our lives."
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