Cages

Broken Dreams allow Failure to step in

It’s like I left my window open and allowed him to float in

This room is full of cages, that’s where I lock him in

Verbally abused, that’s what the others don’t get

I look throughout, witnessed my Daddy abused my Ma,

Shattered me thoroughly, he took a knife and put it to her throat

I’m in a position where I stayed silent; my problem is I don’t even know what hurts me

Let me tell you what happened, so just listen in

You see those other sick children who are wearing those green scrubs?

I was nothing but a Kid who was innocent, I behaved- but was still punished and that’s what I didn’t get.

These halls trace me back to remember what permanently damaged me

See, look all that I ask from you was just for one visit, that sad memory will always have a place in one of my cages

I’m buried alive with an eternal desolation, the tears soaked in those pillowcases were because you never Visited

I should just stop now; the question is- would I ever forgive you until the day that I die

No, that’s not how it is, it’s not that I can’t  forgive you, what hurts me is- how could you not show up?

You’re not the only one that didn’t Visit me then, but you were my Dad, so if I were to erase that memory- would it have been a different pain?

I don’t need a portrait of a Father figure; I need a real memory of him

Verbally abused, that’s what the others don’t get

Broken Dreams allow Failure to step in

It’s like I left my window open and allowed him to float in

I got a cage for every uninvited entity

Fear likes to whisper my name, and Anxiety thinks that he’s special because I breathe him

Depression is secretly shy, but she’s not the only one that is innocent

I’m buried alive with an eternal desolation; I should just stop now, I should just let the past win

Nightmare thinks that he’s slick and tries to squeeze in, but the number of keys that I hold won’t include him

I built a sacred cage where I could cope in because I thought that it would be safer to hide in there

Broken Dreams allow Failure to step in

Verbally abused, that’s what the others don’t get

These halls trace me back to remember what permanently damaged me

Until Death,

You never uttered that you Love us, not even me

A Father-Daughter relationship is something that I will never have

I don’t need a portrait of a Father figure; I need a real memory of him

It took everything inside of me to not react at your Funeral

How could I grieve for the Man who was never in my life

I regret the fact that you and I couldn’t have one decent conversation

I waited, and waited, to hear those words- from your mouth

I can’t say that I forgive you because I hadn’t yet, in truth-I hate the way that I remember you

Don’t know if you could hear me or not, but did you ever Love us even if it's minimal

Broken Dreams allow Failure to step in

It’s like I left my window open and allowed him to float in

This room is full of cages, that’s where I lock him in

I got a cage for every uninvited entity

Fear likes to whisper my name, and Anxiety thinks that he’s special because I breathe him

Depression is secretly shy, but she’s not the only one that is innocent

I’m buried alive with an eternal desolation; The regret that I carry is that you and I couldn't have one decent conversation.