In all your life,
You say you’ve never met,
Someone who’s quite like me.
You say I’m someone special,
Someone you’ll never forget,
But I know the truth,
And the lies.
If you can’t remember me,
When you settle down,
When you leave those four walls,
Then how are you to remember me
With the years gone between.
This is my call,
This is my cry,
Fuck you bitches,
I’m taking back what is mine.
Plan and plan I might,
Try and try I fight,
But later on,
What do you do?
Fake and fake some more,
We’re busy, once more
Yet what’s this of the party?
You had a blast, but where was I?
Ah! Right!
Lost, forgotten,
Slapped into my own blood,
Which now seeps further down my throat.
My lungs filled with my life,
My brain blackened and fried,
Scream day in and out,
Yet you cannot hear my plea.
I scream of a family,
Who’d do no more than
Give me false ‘love’.
Who’d rather not understand,
Than to take the leap of faith,
The simple leap of heart
And reach out to say “I’m trying.”
Everything is wrong,
No, this can’t be right.
Why does the world seem black?
And, What are these red stains?
Falling, trembling once more,
I realize, it’s simple.
I’m different and people,
in their infinate wisdom
cannot understand,
cannot handle
me.
So, on they go,
“He’ll heal, he’ll be fine”
I hear you cry it, don’t say you won’t.
On, on you go,
“He’s popular, he’s got friends”
Then why do I feel,
Like a broken child on a pyre?