This Uneventful Life.
This uneventful life.
This life that I yet to live has scarred me.
And I wear bruises like bracelets mounted on each other.
This never ending suffering has given me a masochistic mind.
This unwavering hate has given me scars on my knuckles because of my needed release.
If only you could understand how much my blood feels like poison.
And if I were to ever voice theses thoughts I would be labeled like a can of soup.
I hate this uninteresting town that leaves me with too much time and not enough escapes.
So I reside inside of my macabre mind.
And let it take me on a train of insanity.
Faster and faster the wheels screech on the railing.
A sound so high that it makes my ears bleed.
And yet a sound so beautiful I can't wait for that train to leave.
My mind is no longer a sanctuary but a prison to one imperfect child.
The child who wanted to hear the words of God but heard the screams from hell.
How tragic must my life seen.
How many times have these thoughts crossed the mind of angst ridden teenagers.
How unoriginal of me to have these thoughts.
Love the beautiful word that causes misery.
Friendship equals the same thing.
My friendship for you almost cost me my life.
My love for you almost cost me my religion, my family, my everything.
Most important it cost my ability to trust and my strength at staying sober.
And yet, all the tears, I shed for your sorry ass, have dried.
I look at your pictures and I don't see what beauty I saw.
I don't see the girl I fell for. The girl that was my sister.
The girl that ruled every aspect of my life.
I gave you everything I could and apparently I wasn't enough.
Well I don't care, I will no longer morn you.
This uneventful life has been cruel to me.
It has given me marks that form bruises on skin I won't let the sun kiss.
This never ending suffering has made me stronger.
And the scars on my knuckles will fade.
The poisonous blood now feels like an antidote to the self hate.
This uninteresting town that gives me too much time and not enough escapes.
Will allow me to have time to wallow in the pity I have for your pain-addicted mind.
My mind now understands;
Tomorrow the sun will rise;
Today was a good day;
And in the end all is nice.
This life that I yet to live has scarred me.
And I wear bruises like bracelets mounted on each other.
This never ending suffering has given me a masochistic mind.
This unwavering hate has given me scars on my knuckles because of my needed release.
If only you could understand how much my blood feels like poison.
And if I were to ever voice theses thoughts I would be labeled like a can of soup.
I hate this uninteresting town that leaves me with too much time and not enough escapes.
So I reside inside of my macabre mind.
And let it take me on a train of insanity.
Faster and faster the wheels screech on the railing.
A sound so high that it makes my ears bleed.
And yet a sound so beautiful I can't wait for that train to leave.
My mind is no longer a sanctuary but a prison to one imperfect child.
The child who wanted to hear the words of God but heard the screams from hell.
How tragic must my life seen.
How many times have these thoughts crossed the mind of angst ridden teenagers.
How unoriginal of me to have these thoughts.
Love the beautiful word that causes misery.
Friendship equals the same thing.
My friendship for you almost cost me my life.
My love for you almost cost me my religion, my family, my everything.
Most important it cost my ability to trust and my strength at staying sober.
And yet, all the tears, I shed for your sorry ass, have dried.
I look at your pictures and I don't see what beauty I saw.
I don't see the girl I fell for. The girl that was my sister.
The girl that ruled every aspect of my life.
I gave you everything I could and apparently I wasn't enough.
Well I don't care, I will no longer morn you.
This uneventful life has been cruel to me.
It has given me marks that form bruises on skin I won't let the sun kiss.
This never ending suffering has made me stronger.
And the scars on my knuckles will fade.
The poisonous blood now feels like an antidote to the self hate.
This uninteresting town that gives me too much time and not enough escapes.
Will allow me to have time to wallow in the pity I have for your pain-addicted mind.
My mind now understands;
Tomorrow the sun will rise;
Today was a good day;
And in the end all is nice.