I’ve got blood in my eyes,
A broken heart in my chest.
A million thoughts on my mind,
And a troubled soul in my flesh.
I see no one I can call a friend.
I stretch out my bleeding hands,
In high hopes that someone can lend a helping hand.
I was born all alone.
One day I’ll lie in a grave on my own.
So why am I scared of spending the rest of my life on my own?
Will they miss me when I’m gone?
Before I leave, Will love ever show,
Its crooked face at my door?
And enter into this lonely life I call home?
They tell me to Man Up.
But I’ve already taken this turn once.
“No emotions or self-expression allowed around here coz we’re men“, that’s why I made this secret blog so I can let my pen lash out.
Friends who barely know me.
A father who disowned me.
A world that hates me. I wonder why. Did I do you wrong? If I did, then before I die, I’d like to say, I’m Sorry.
A couple of shots to drown the pain.
Then hide my emotions before they start thinking I’m insane.
Put on a fake smile on my face.
Step out into the world and attach a lie to all my greetings by responding, “I’m great!”