June 24, 2011
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Wonder
Wonder
I see myself in a reflection
You often keep me guessing
What could possibly be wrong now?
My life is far from the end of this lesson.
I can see the bruises
And I know you see my broken soul
What could all of this entitle me to?
Has anyone wondered what I'm still doing here?
Flashbacks shatter my mind
I hate what I have to remember
Slicing myself unconsciously, I just want to suffer
And not wake up from my eternal slumber
Trampled on and cast always aside
Memories I can't push aside
I'm not okay, I am sorry all
I'm so fucked up, and I got nowhere to fall
Have you ever wondered where I went to?
Why you can't see my reflection in your eyes
Do you think of all the pain I went through?
And do you understand why I shower you with lies
It's because it's my life
It's because I'm fucked up
I'm so willingly different
That's my disadvantage
Everyone's so fucked up
How did it get this way
I pretend to be someone else
Someone I think is okay
Almost carved of stone
My spirit encrusted in dirt
Wonder why I'm so dirty
Wonder why I am still alive
Comments (1)
This is beautiful, yet sad and haunting.
I hope these mental scars of yours heal and in turn make you stronger and I totally relate to the whole "I'm willingly different that's my disadvantage" part. It's like I have a hipster living in my head who constantly forces me to give up things that I love whenever they become popular because I can't stand the thought of being a clone.
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