Confused and AbusedA Poem by metaljelly
This is a song I'm working on inspired by a girl at my school who goes to me when she needs to talk about her problems. These lyrics are about what she's told me.
Crying and dying
She's breaking down from the simple sound,
of her broken family spewing their insanity.
She's their little acessory.
Of course she doesn't matter.
but she's crumbling down mentally
one wrong move and her blood might splatter
Lets start with mommy
the one who brought her here
morals seem to be her fear
peace of mind anything but near
emptiness filled with material objects
crazy woman who no one respects
yelling and screaming seems to be her way to cope
for this poor woman I don't see much hope
.....(to be cont)
© 2011 metaljelly
AboutTransplanting into me, the brain of a schizophrenic with a complex in the thoughts, and an itch in the conscience; and yes, I'd like a side of fries with that. I am an observation and a sponge of what.. more..