This pain and sadness is eating me away
like a spider tearing apart it's prey
i don't know why i feel the way i do
when i think about it, i only think of you
and what i mean by you
is anyone who has ever brought me down in life, or anyone who has forced me to take out my knife
i don't want your sympathy
nor do i want you to feel sorry for me
i just want you to know that things aren't going my way
and everything is not okay
it seems like everyone just wants to make fun
and it makes me wanna take out a gun
do you ever listen to the things you say
and how they affect me in every way?
please don't apologize
I'm serious, guys
just, before you say something
know that i cant fly with one wing
that means I'm here to stay
and hope that everything will be okay.
( this is a true poem...people just don't think before they talk )
