Picking up my pen and paper to write.
I know I may not see tonight.
I've got to decide.
How I can relocate to the OTHERSIDE.
You say with a snap, you can take me away.
Shield me from darkness and bring me your way.
You claim to be a savior from pain, shame, fear, rejection, depression.
So I believed your lies and your untrue confessions.
Yes I am thin, skinny like bag of bones.
So punctured to the soul.
Am no one's buddy.
Cause of the insecurities in my body.
All I get are meanful stares and glances.
Like how can he exist in this body.
When God created man, did he not see that he would be " An error to nature".
I don't belong so I cut myself and get scars.
Ya getting high to me the skies.
But what legacy would I leave behind?
How would my loved ones remember me by? I know that they would be hurt emotionally.
As the one who gave you my life or the one who kept it?
I can't cut my life short with that knife, what happens when I cross to the OTHERSIDE??
But how can I give you my life when even I don't own it?
Say no to suicide, please spread the word. Our young ones are going.
