Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain. The ones they tightly wrapped in tape

[deathmetalpoet]

In her eraser sang the guilty
As it made the best mistakes
And with everybody that I find
And with every claymore that they mine

I need to focus. I need to become something so much more.

I am not strong enough. I am not fast enough. I am not skilled enough.

I am not good enough. Not yet.

I am running out of friends to rely on. Its time I rely on myself again.

I will become.

I won't forget who I'm looking for.
Oh mother, help me, I'm looking for.