"Nothing but a useless dream, that's what it is!"
He would shout and hit and scream then cry
Listening to the voice's words, then think
I want to die...
He'd run to the bathroom late at night
Point the blade at his wrist
And hope things would turn out right
"Nothing but a useless dream, that's what it is!"
The nightmare went on, day after day
And still the young man had nothing to say
So each night, before he went to bed
He'd draw a picture of his himself
And a gun against his head
Trapped in his body, his mind, his soul
All he wanted was this one goal:
"Accept me for who I am, I beg of you, please!"
Of coarse the voice would just laugh at the plead
"Nothing but a useless dream, that's what it is!"
Soon the boy turned into a man
And everything had fallen into place
When he was younger, he thought of a plan
He'd stand up straight and talk, face to face
"Nothing but a useless dream, that's what it is!"
He found out talking wasn't enough
So he'd done something else that he'd dreamed up
He took the blade in one last attempt
To kill himself, and said with his dieing breath:
"I hate you for never being there for me
"I hate you for denying me
"I hate you for never crying for me
"But I hate you mostly
"For being inside of me."
They never knew that he was sick
Until that night he took the risk
He could have been an artist
That young man dead
But after the cut
He shot himself in the head
Copyright: Ams
 Lazarus Soul · Tue Feb 14, 2006 @ 01:26am · 1 Comments |
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