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Make art vulgar, fake your death, change your name

I fell out of love with chaotic situations

Now in love with you and teaching you patience

You teach me how to see through human eyes

And how to properly bleed so we do not die

I fell into a borderline rage

Diagnosed with my father's fame

We know history will never change

So, you say learn from it and keep it in its fucking place

Lines are floating in my eyes, dramatic but I am still alive

When did living find a home in survive?

My friends are dying my friends are dead

It is all a figment of heaven and hell making love in my head

Go blank when the world sets itself aflame

Because it will burn to indulge on what you crave

Swallow what these demons came

Because what do we have to offer if we do not grow

If we do not forget what we were forced to call home

You will not let me digest the alcohol with my own body

You show me safety and how to genuinely say sorry

So, it is my turn to hold you while you sink into my clothes

To free the tears that have made you choke

I push you until you are almost falling

So, you can see the edge on which you have been walking

And when you come close to stepping off

I will show you that scared can be soft

That scared will scream and apologize too much

That scared has used precaution as a crutch

That scared will learn not to raise his voice

Because if scared really needs you then he has no choice

Because if scared really needs you then he has no choice

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