How long can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A man of many words, but a man of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope.
A pillow of concrete, a man with no home.
Lend him a hand, then we’re walking the way.
Leave the virtue of pity, but we live with the shame.
So scared to dream in a world with no sunlight.
When you wake up, you know it’s darker than last night.
Quickly we forget, sacrifice gone by.
Born to walk away, been walking my whole life
"Born to walk away....been walking my whole life..."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"You ok, Ash? You keep spacing out..."
"I'm fine. Just tired. You worry too much..." the words escaped my lips with no meaning. No Feeling. No care...whats the point of caring anymore? When everyone you loved seemed to turn against you. One...
By One...
By one...
one...
"...one more time then i'--"
Break.
The books on my desk were suddenly on the floor, the look of worriment on a good friend turned into fear, and my body shook with rage. I'm tired of feeling numb. I'm sick of hearing the same lecture. And I'm so fucking done with listening to people telling me what to do.
"Ash!!!"
"Ashlynn!" The teachers male voice fed my rage, but i stumbled and knocked over more books and papers, trying to catch anything as I fell to the ground on my side.
Who's face did i see hovering over mine then? I didn't know and i probably couldn't care less. Her face, his face, all their faces made me sick. I felt my own face grow wet and my vision blurred. Did i really hit my head that hard?
Time to go.
Wait, go where?
Home.
