Monday, January 9, 2012

I'm sorry.

If you really knew me
you would know that i was pulled out onto the ice,
and when i broke through,
Prudence ran away

You would know that i used to write from my heart,
but now i just write from the hole in the middle of me that everything falls into.

you would know that i don't have faith in god
but i still believe in him.

You would know that if i was adam, i wouldn't leave eve to walk with god.
who needs god if you have a good woman?

if you really knew me you'd know that i think of suicide a lot,
you'd know that i cut open my skin
hoping to bleed out my sadness

If you realy knew me you'd know that i'm angry with brandon for just leaving.
but as angry and sad as i am,
I am happy for the kid.
he did what i could never do,
he got out of this labrynth of life whose walls are built thick and tall with pain and suffering.
when god created us, he also created a giant pile of shit for us to carry.

1 comment:

  1. This is the first post I have read all the way through today. I couldn't head back to Paris because I could feel it.
    I could really feel the pain bleeding from the screen as I read this. You've got a lot of pain backed up and somehow you figured how to send it through the keyboard to me.
    I'm jealous of that.
    I want to know if it's something you were born with or worked at? If its something you developed, do you have any tips for me?