Peace is all I've ever asked for, all I've ever longed for. It seems like a prize, to valuable to give, and too mindful to be seen. Women engulfed in guilt and selfishnes walk past life's cold reality, not having to deal with it's pain. Grown men walk with pride, holding they're boxes full of stolen innocence with a sence of dignity. Humanity is gone, and all that remains are the ashes of this broken generation. I'm told God creates beautiful things, and through his wisdom, never one mistake, but I'm here to tell you that This world is one bitter place, and I refuse to look at this treacherous life through the eyes of a pastor who damns the words I have yet to say, as if I'm the one who should carry the well deserved shame that my abuser doesn't feel. All these thoughts rage inside my head, as I'm left to contimplate on the mere existence of my creation. I'm an obvious mistake my mother made, and there's nothing left in my skinny bones other than self hate. So wake me up when all the false glory and fame that's surrounded your name has dissapeared into the flames. All the long nights when I cried for your acceptance, when I lied my knees on the ground so I could feel loved in some way, I wish I could throw all the memories away. I'm left in my own thoughts only to say, the toilet bole in front of my face, and the blade I've carefully set on its frame, is the only sence of peace that will ever come my way.
