I know he lied
two thousand times
emotions get dry
they stick to the ground
he cut their wings
so they can’t fly.
Friendships are business, not personal
but when you mock me,
and say that I’m the fool
that I was out of place
your ethical attack is 2 lies and 1 truth.
Fool, he’s no friend to you
he used me like a tool
what can I say to Judas
who wasn’t there for Jesus
if they did it to Him, they would do it to me
many times they’ve watched me bleed.
Friends were never meant to last.
I hear your voice
so I listen too
you hear my voice
and say I haven’t got a clue.
Who’s being unfair brother?
You don’t even listen
because you don’t care.
Where’s the justice, Judas?
Don’t let me hang on a tree
cut me down
before 5 to 3
so that the ninth hour
symbolises not sorrow
but surrender of His rational spirit.
In your logic, my words are empty
baseless, you don’t know the half of it
a twisted mind and heart
gaslights a girl with a Good Guide
the new style is paranoid
about the next fool you fall for.
The world is full of them fools
my vigilant eye never rests
defence mode in sleep leads to
suppressed tears and starved skin
starved of touch, unspoken words.
I see the same people everyday
and all of them act like their lives
mean more than trash to the next person
you’re mad that I said this?
Nobody cares if you live or die
I wish I had died when I was 18
and when I write it down
somebody thinks I have a problem.
Let it be.
I look at the world,
and my eyes are locked in horror
and what I see and what they can’t.
We’re in a venn diagram,
but I share nothing with you
we’ll never intersect.
Leave it as it is, inert.
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