Hrm
Breaking My Promises Again
Lieing in a see of headache and mental stress, lost without direction ataring into the cold black of the blankets over my head. Wondering why everyone around me has what I want on a whim. Each glance at a couple, or each glance at a seemingly happy person kills me inside, Im wondering where my smiles have gone, where I can find them again. I think I have the answer but it is so far beyond me, just a little red sun, object of my desire. Like the stars and moon, so far above me that it doesn't seem I'll ever be at the same level. Dragged back down with the weight of my sould, bound by the agony that has shadowed me since the carefree days of my childhood, a fatherless bastard with a crackhead mother. thoose days ended abruptly with sirens and and a "foster" home with my aunt and uncle which consumed 1/3 of my life, a living hell where I was still a downtrodden outcast with absolutely no one to rely on...no parent, cruel family, no love. Even though im back with my now sober mom and I have more friends than hair, I still fill alone, with a gash in my chest my heart is bleeding out of that I just want to heal. I shed tears more frequently because of it, and isolate myself more and more as time passes. I j ust want to escape to the surface of that red sun and look for the cure there, but that object of desire escapes me, eludes me, and so I bleed waiting for my ascension to happiness hopefully throught that sun, hopefully through her.
Lieing in a see of headache and mental stress, lost without direction ataring into the cold black of the blankets over my head. Wondering why everyone around me has what I want on a whim. Each glance at a couple, or each glance at a seemingly happy person kills me inside, Im wondering where my smiles have gone, where I can find them again. I think I have the answer but it is so far beyond me, just a little red sun, object of my desire. Like the stars and moon, so far above me that it doesn't seem I'll ever be at the same level. Dragged back down with the weight of my sould, bound by the agony that has shadowed me since the carefree days of my childhood, a fatherless bastard with a crackhead mother. thoose days ended abruptly with sirens and and a "foster" home with my aunt and uncle which consumed 1/3 of my life, a living hell where I was still a downtrodden outcast with absolutely no one to rely on...no parent, cruel family, no love. Even though im back with my now sober mom and I have more friends than hair, I still fill alone, with a gash in my chest my heart is bleeding out of that I just want to heal. I shed tears more frequently because of it, and isolate myself more and more as time passes. I j ust want to escape to the surface of that red sun and look for the cure there, but that object of desire escapes me, eludes me, and so I bleed waiting for my ascension to happiness hopefully throught that sun, hopefully through her.