Loading...

Perpetual

Each scar means something. Each scar has a story.
But all people see is the craziness they show.
I’m not crazy, although it may seem, I’m not wicked.
I’m simply broken.
I don’t want the world to see me because I don’t think
They will understand.
You see this is how the world of people does it.
They fill you up with damaging facts
About yourself so you too can think you’re crazy.
So when they call you crazy you don’t say anything
Because you start to think and believe that you are. Then it comes to the point
Where each and every day is a new scar. They call you crazy,
Then they try to help. They build you up
And then break you down to a pile of nothingness.
Your body is hollow, so is your mind.
Your soul is broken.
Your soul, your soul, your soul now bears the scars that was once on your skin
You see what happens these scars start to form from within.
They eat at your faith and make’s you see how
Fucked up you really are
Deeper and deeper you cut, the more the blood runs down you flesh
The more you feel relief; I mean you just have to
Feel something, be in control.
Man I know I do because I can’t take the fact that I have not one
Ounce of control over my feelings. I can’t control who hurts
Me or how they hurt me, not even why.
I did nothing to deserve to be like this, I didn’t choose
I don’t want it, but I have it and I can’t help that.
This isn’t going anywhere no matter how hard I try
How hard anybody tires.
It’s just going to consume the all of me.
I wonder when I’m that next person lying in her own blood
Or hanging from her celling will they still call me
Crazy. The hell
Am I thinking of course they will because that’s what they do.
They see something’s wrong with you,
Then next comes the label, then the help
Then break you down until you’re nothing else.

(2014)

Other works by Mis Fit...



Top