I hold on
to the things I work so hard to hold
and to be held
barely in my grasp...
I hold on to dark places
and weary faces...
that depends on me so dearly...
whom of which fears
I calm with logic
and settle with light
I still will hold...
I’m unbreakable
in the eyes of some
their pain is mine
if I should slip
I will know
whom will catch me
yet I still grip
my very last existence
and give it another
their anger is
my pain
I live for them
I will die for them
for my friends and family
are all I’ve got left
I forever hide in darkness
but forever still take their pain
frozen in the void...
and forever cold
too true to be held
lost in the cuts
deep within the anger
it floods out with blood, and
pain that never goes away
froze between life and death
forever in purgatory
and still I’m stretched ‘tween the two
forging a path...
going through the void...
this is the aftermath...
it’s paranoid
tear my heart open
I sow myself shut
my weakness is
I care too much
my scars remind me
that my past is real
I tear my heart open
just to feel
‘Scars’ ~Papa Roach
this is how I am and will be
forever more
I think Jake wants to help me
but he can’t, no one can
and no one will be able to help
us when we are in pain and angry
I am because I give
yet I seek no life
and still friends are
my reason’s to live
everything burns
yet it never hurts
I feel no pain
I have no name
do you know me
I know what you let me
I see what I feel
in the eyes of another
deep within the soul
yet you have no soul
