I cry when i am in need of myself,
and your not around.
i cry because i don't know how i
lived before you came,
so why can't i cry without
wishing you'd hug me &
make all this bullshit go away.
when myself is unavailable,
i turn to paper.
crying on paper is like self-acceptance;
it is also easier for me.
i cry on the inside to cause
less pain towards people.
I've taught everyone to let it out, and
create an ocean, but
I've only cried ponds and lakes.
my cries are like geysers,
coming from a place deep within the
soul, making it cause hot and
steamy rage, the deeper it gets,
the longer the show.
all i want is a big cork to plug
the gap between sheer guilt,
betrayal, and the step-stones to
happiness.
i write this as i accept the
fact that i won't get help.
you haven't , and neither have
you, so I'll just be f***** up
in the brain forever. How's that
Pops? Sure makes you proud you
can't show up to you child's graduation,
and your the cause of her insanity.
Makes me wonder why i still love
you too damn much to disrespect
you, even in pencil.
My life needs an answer. Please,
ask the question.
