Bitter

Inside out…

I’m inside trying to get out…

Segregated from beautiful things…

I don’t understand…

So how can someone else…

The things people say…

Make me taste like vinegar…

Crack rock Vinyard…

I stand where I can…

When told what to do…

I can’t…

Stubborn….

Funneled favors through gun shot abrasions…

Asking lots of questions…

Lead to dead body’s in there basements…

I don’t put up a fight…

I can’t feel no pain…

To be me…

Alive getting older…

Just watching people you love…

Dissappear like roaches…

When you turn the lights on…

There gone…

Free us…

I want to be…

Be that person that laughs at jokes…

That smiles with high hopes…

That’s nice to….

Voices that quote…

 

“I care….”

“I love you…”

 

My days get worst…

You crawl away slowly so I don’t see..

I don’t blame certain people for there weaknesses…

I’m far gone from my route to give a shit…

Unhappy trying to look like I can deal with it…

I wear a mask even when I’m not robbing shit…

“Heathe Ledger!”

Was by far the best joker…

Successfully…

Still killed his self…

To breath…

Till he wasn’t breathing…

Differences…

I feel his pain…

I live it everyday…

I’m to myself…

I still get bother…

By people who think they no my problems…

Intentions good…

I still feel and think a different way…

 

“Fuck you mean!”

 

If I could be like them…

Do you think I’d be alone!

Trying to hide myself!

The outside world of myself!

Before eyes sight…

Please don’t look me in them!

For your own wellbeing…

 

I

don’t

want

to

be

this!

 

Your hurting not helping…

I’ll walk in front of gun fire…

Type roping…

Just for kicks and knee slapper’s….

If I could fully disconnect myself from my thoughts…

I’d probably be a yes man…

Dancing like the fucking monkey on “Aladdin…”

Racist shit…

 

“A whole new world🎢!”

 

Walking through the mine fields…

Of sins…

Hoping I can just find that explosion…

Turning my anger and illusions into…

1000 potions of extreme vigour!

 

I’m just the bitter……..

Picture a young man…

That the elders called 20 years older…

The young old man….

 

 

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