• A Positive Way Of Putting Things.

    I bleed, but at least I know I contain blood.
    I’m in constant pain, but oh well, I’m use to pain.
    Felt like I’ve killed before, but it’s okay to be in mud.
    I feel the memories, but I like being in the present lane.
    I know I might be insane sometimes.
    Really it’s because I miss the past.
    Really, it is.
    Even then I hate it.
    I hate my past.
    Everything perfect.
    Then everything so murderess.
    Too much at once for a young one.
    Can’t you just take it away?
    Everything I remember?
    It would be different I you did so.
    A lot different.

    Although I cough, I know I’ll return to normal.
    You see the picture of when I was by myself.
    Is it not alright to have cut before,
    But then have a cup of tea?
    What about if I have razors that call for you.
    They want to feel your touch.
    Can I take them to you?
    How bout those things that want to eat you alive?
    How bout the things that ate me alive?
    They want more.
    They want more than what you’ve got.
    What a shame.
    Shame on you.
    Shame on me.
    I like to keep the best for last.
    That means getting rid of you soon.
    You’ll make it a fun death.
    I see it at this moment.
    The death running around in your eyes.
    It’s running, but only in circles it goes.
    No one there to help you.
    The way I feel every now and then.
    And no one was there for me.
    So don’t complain.
    I say no words.

    They saw me too.
    But you made it happen.
    You laughed.
    So now it’s your turn.
    A painful never ending death.
    And it’s already started you know.
    Yes, you are funny.
    But I’m funnier.
    A positive way of putting it.
    The words come out.
    Running past your teeth, in the gaps.
    Till it gets to me.
    And pushes through my skin into my mind.
    Then I see what you have said.

    So leave me alone.
    I might actually survive this place.
    Let me think for a bit.
    Till I’m on my feet again.
    Then talk to me.
    Tell me you’re here to stay.
    To help me when I fall again.
    And now I have fallen once again.
    Help me up.
    Give me a hand up would you?