All alone in this home
a raging father with a voice like a dragon
nagging me because it makes him feel better.
When I said I wish I was dead
I didn’t wanna live in this dump instead
kill me now because I’ve touched the point
that part that sits right next to the soul
where white/black is meaningless because
down there, misery doesn’t pay respect to any colour.
Don’t act like you understand this agony
I’m 21 soon, but that’s an 8 month journey
don’t know if I’ll make it because
where I am & where I need to be seems sky-high.
When you’ve reached the shallow part of the stream
death is just a tingle & knives are like cream.
A man who’s two-faced, smiling at the churchgoers
but turns into Stanley Kowalski at his wife & daughters.
I hate a person like that and God forgive me
I know hate is a sin like murder but honestly
why would I lie about the way that life is
it’s been like this for 16 years & it’ll be like this
for as long as we stay in boxed white walls.
I don’t care how much money you can give me
at some point when I have just enough I’m about to leave.
Yes, in this world, you can’t just have the mind of a fairy
I’ll need a little before I breathe fire on these memories.
You made a lot but none of them were good
you’re a sociopathic two-face & when I’m gone you’ll just have you.
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