words from a broken soul

Lamb

I have friends yet I feel alone like I'm a
Lamb getting led to the slaughter house
In a way I am my childhood was spent in misery
Wasn't the slaughtered literally but lived in
The house that made me into a lamb but
What do you do when you survive the place
That slaughtered you childness made me
Cold dead numb pick your poison does it
Matter any more the moment I'm showed
The bare amount of affection I'm a lamb
I have friends yet I feel alone like I'm a
Lamb getting led to the slaughter house

Got used by other for their sick vices left
My mind with in the mind my soul both
Are scared hide behind a mask question
Just who the fuck am I what's the purpose
I write to vent yet that's it no other reason
Do people care maybe but will these works
Ever see the sea of shelves let alone be
Bought I don't know I act like I know shit
I'm just a lost soul a puppeteer marinettiing
What feels like a corpse with a pulse just
To be lead on and on by my own words
Trying to be optimistic never was hell
Was all this lamb knew to well be decent
Around strangers hide the bitterness deep
Fall off the cliff drown in the memories that
Will haunt me keep the rage in check just
Watch just watch just fucking watch that's
What I did watch others questioning what
Went through their head when they saw me
I have friends yet I feel alone like I'm a
Lamb getting led to the slaughter house

Love hate it yet love it ironic no can't stand
The shit that was called love growing up
The fuck is family after everything they put
You through even more so when the blood
In your veins keeping you alive feels like a
Damn curse constantly reminding me I
Was molded to be a good little lamb what
Is ambition when it's beaten out of you I
Can't give one single fuck of how I dress
Nah preppy shit suites fuck that I was
Nothing more than a doll to that bitch
Ugly as sweater vest combo but I was
A child a lamb to the slaughter yet it never
Came at least when others were around
Brains fucking fractured harder than the mirror
That I call a soul like a 50 cal lmg used it for
Mere target practice sanity fuck is that
I'm the definition of insanity balancing
On a fine line down my brain one side
Pretends to be sane to be normal yet
The other insane knowing I'm abnormal
Because of the hell I was numb to only
Good thing that came out that hell was
My best friend the rest can be turned to
Ash like my eyes look everytime I stare
Into them can never forget the lamb I was
I've escaped the slaughter house sure but
I'm always fighting battles to keep the fires
From becoming mere smoke and ash they've
Kept me going not gonna let it be wasted
Even if I'm a mere copy left to pick up the
Pieces in confusion fuck that's all I've been
I have friends yet I feel alone like I'm a
Lamb getting led to the slaughter house