I have never posted my music here, which is one of my biggest writing outlets.
I am posting this one as this is still where I am at.
In with knowing and out with pain.
I have never posted my music here, which is one of my biggest writing outlets.
I am posting this one as this is still where I am at.
In with knowing and out with pain.
I can’t stand these kids don’t they see
My bones marinated in depression, brittle
Tired
Beaten by the memories I
can no longer tell them like I used
to when their world was in my womb
safe in darkness only then
did I love them before they needed
me, and pulled at my limbs in the ownership
only then did I picture chains in
their little hands tugging at metal attached
to my limbs dislocating, tearing
pieces off I cant take another beating I need,
air damn it doesn’t anyone see I’m
bleeding on the inside from the
lashes of my own lost childhood I know not
how to give one to the children of my
own making if only they would see my bones
breaking