I have a feeling that no matter what I say,
It won't all come out and I can talk all day,
Unfortunately the feelings stay deep inside,
But I'll tell you what it's like to be by my side.
Let's trade shoes and you can even choose;
What you do when you wake up and breathe,
I'll let you feel the abuse; under my tattoos,
I make an attempt to vent but I can't admit.
Have you ever stood infront of a hurt person?
They're crying, like they're almost dying,
And you're standing there trying your hardest,
To be the calmest and listen to their pain.
Helpless and silent I stand there and listen,
As her tears fall and glisten off her skin,
She's hurting internally; externally; badly,
Her heart in her hand as she tries to stand.
I started to feel distant again so I got this pen,
I try to stay true to you, but I'm not perfect,
I'm not blank, something is always there,
Even if it's confusing and isn't really that fair.
I was always the type to sit on my moms porch,
With my bags packed, hyped waiting for my father,
To never show, until I couldn't wait any longer,
In fact, I even tried to stay in tact; lacking strength.
Things follow me around and knock me down,
But it's up to me to agree and just be me,
Smokin' my blunts to diffuse the pain I feel,
It's all unreal, yes I know- Sometimes I kneel.
