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I Understand
When i was young,
i watched saints turn into sinners.
as i got older,
the players turned into quitters.
forgetters.
i understand
what its like
to be in love,
because i’ve always wanted
to hold something,
to know
it would never leave my arms.
I understand
what its like
to be a killer.
because i’ve always wanted
to kill
the people who’ve brought harm.
I understand
what its like to leave your kids for drugs
cause when you were growing up,
you had no one to show you love.
i understand why some will pull triggers,
or why some brothers and sisters
like to carve there sutures,
everyday abusers.
i understand
that sex is the weakness
and a lot of us
get our pride taken
without ever developing feelings.
raped,
slowly she waits
for a guy to take,
her heart
he loved her from the start,
but the ones she loved left her in the dark.
apart.
crying to the ceiling,
she calls for a god,
that wont even hear her preaching,
her feelings,
she's screaming with no meaning,
now she cuts herself,
maybe to release her inner demon,
she's bleeding,
and she wants to bleed more,
and because she's got the itch,
now she's known as a whore,
we treat her as she's leaving,
or begging us for more.
little did we know,
she's dead on the floor.
I understand
that drugs are the reason,
most people become killers,
or abusive with the seasons,
the feeling,
the drive,
the thrill
the high,
the love,
the pride,
we lose,
then we die.
I understand
whats its like to be addicted,
to be stuck in a world
where no one ever listens,
i understand
that we’d rather be forgetting
forgetting all
the pain and the stains
amongst the living.
theres only one difference between
Me and the drug,
along the darkest roads,
I never forgot who i Was.
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