Tommy, Stay or Leave
Well, I've been going through a lot with my older brother lately and it was hurting me so I decided to write about it. Long story short, he swore to me he'd never do drugs again and he's lied to me so many times. So yeah, this one's for him even if he may not deserve it.
*I used lines from dmb's "stay or leave" and My chem's "Heaven Help Us" So they don't belong to me in anyway*
I am so weak.
Unforgiven tears slip and
harsh thoughts creep along the deep creases of my taunted imagination.
"Stay or leave, I want you not to go, but you did."
Trust is my black hole.,
it's empty and barren and so deep and so black.
"Stay or leave, I want you not to go, but you should, it was good as good good goes."
I'm losing hope in every day
and I've seen the world through bloody eyes.
The world seemed to be so giving.
Reality has given me the bat to the head,
the rope to the throat,
the gun to the face.
"You don't know a thing about my sins."
Life has become a nightmare that's worse then when I am sleeping.
The greyness has swallowed me
and the numbing has taken its residence.
I am the scapegoat of all the restlessness.
Remember when I wanted to grow up?
I changed my mind.
I was so foolishly blind to see how good I had it.
"Did I do all I should, all I coulda done?"
The stale cigarette butts lain astray, scattered on concrete.
Stomach in knots, always.
This world is slowly taking my fragile being
and shredding it into tangles to hold up against the winter winds.
The red blinking lights and blaring sirens
ring around, I hope one day your soul has
attempted to change fate to undefine those coffins on wheels.
I pray that the white stretcher is not the place you choose to say a final good bye,
if you even bother at all.
Faded memories play like broken records
and the stomach eats away at itself in hunger for comfort.
"Did I do all I could?"
Faulty conscience plays around my head like the
putrid acid smoke rings circle yours like awaiting vultures.
Will they take you away into the sirens?
Would you pull a slow suicide in front of my eyes?
Your little sister's eyes.
"Stay or leave, I want you not to go,
but you did."
*I used lines from dmb's "stay or leave" and My chem's "Heaven Help Us" So they don't belong to me in anyway*
I am so weak.
Unforgiven tears slip and
harsh thoughts creep along the deep creases of my taunted imagination.
"Stay or leave, I want you not to go, but you did."
Trust is my black hole.,
it's empty and barren and so deep and so black.
"Stay or leave, I want you not to go, but you should, it was good as good good goes."
I'm losing hope in every day
and I've seen the world through bloody eyes.
The world seemed to be so giving.
Reality has given me the bat to the head,
the rope to the throat,
the gun to the face.
"You don't know a thing about my sins."
Life has become a nightmare that's worse then when I am sleeping.
The greyness has swallowed me
and the numbing has taken its residence.
I am the scapegoat of all the restlessness.
Remember when I wanted to grow up?
I changed my mind.
I was so foolishly blind to see how good I had it.
"Did I do all I should, all I coulda done?"
The stale cigarette butts lain astray, scattered on concrete.
Stomach in knots, always.
This world is slowly taking my fragile being
and shredding it into tangles to hold up against the winter winds.
The red blinking lights and blaring sirens
ring around, I hope one day your soul has
attempted to change fate to undefine those coffins on wheels.
I pray that the white stretcher is not the place you choose to say a final good bye,
if you even bother at all.
Faded memories play like broken records
and the stomach eats away at itself in hunger for comfort.
"Did I do all I could?"
Faulty conscience plays around my head like the
putrid acid smoke rings circle yours like awaiting vultures.
Will they take you away into the sirens?
Would you pull a slow suicide in front of my eyes?
Your little sister's eyes.
"Stay or leave, I want you not to go,
but you did."