Stories (Part 1)

They're all just fighters, dragging their weight.

They're all just looking for a clean slate.

They're all just wishing they could find peace.

And everyone is looking for a release.

They're all just people with different stories.

They're all just people wishing for glories.

They're all just like us, you and me.

They're all just broken people, you see...

Loneliness and pain. She wanders

through the train and squanders

all her hopes and dreams

based on internet memes.

Traveling to Paris,

feeling so embarrassed,

there's no Eiffel Tower for her.

Nothing but a moment of spur,

the spur of a moment long gone by.

She sits at night and just cries goodbyes

to all the boyfriends who left her alone now.

Slitting her wrists with a razor, and wow

that's a lot of blood gushing out

with no benefit to stop her crying bout.
The more blood she loses, the more the sadness grows.

The more blood that flows, the more that it shows

her sadness is not just a skin-deep spell.

It's a ladder she's climbing down to her own hell.

They're all just fighters, dragging their weight.

They're all just looking for a clean slate.

They're all just wishing they could find peace.

And everyone is looking for a release.

They're all just people with different stories.

They're all just people wishing for glories.

They're all just like us, you and me.

They're all just broken people, you see...

He feels very similarly to the others.

Loneliness, pain, and lacking a real mother.

He has had many, you see, with his father,

but to be honest, his father would never bother

giving him a home or a real life centered

on what he wants. Instead, his home is splintered

every other weekend when in drunken rage

his father spews violent words and will often stage

him in such a position that he cannot fight.

But then, his new "mother" by the end of the night

will have left, again, just like the first.

Every time a woman walks in, it only gets worse.

His father thirsts for violence and sex, that's all he desires.

He would rather live recklessly and cause pain like the fires

than be a real man, grow up, and start a home.

A family is something he always had until he was shown

exactly how to live, because, you see, his old man started

the chain he is on now and which he hasn't departed.

Now a little boy suffers, watching the same old sequence.

His "momma" leaves because his dad got tired of the cleavage.

What on earth can he do now, with the world crashing down?

He has permanently marked on his face a sad frown.

They're all just fighters, dragging their weight.

They're all just looking for a clean slate.

They're all just wishing they could find peace.

And everyone is looking for a release.

They're all just people with different stories.

They're all just people wishing for glories.

They're all just like us, you and me.

They're all just broken people, you see...

Author's Note

Stories of suffering. Those who have been through things like these knows what I'm talking about, and those of us who have not, myself included, could never understand.

Reviews

[Snow]

This is so deep and painful yet beautiful.

[Not here]

thanks :) im glad you liked it

[closed]

interesting write
very human

i know who part of this alludes to...

you've been alluding to her in alot of your work lately...


overall very poignant to life


-Dream

[Not here]

thanks dream. and i don't know if its really about her, just people going through that have been on my mind more lately. honestly, it could also apply to a guy who goes through a breakup, i just think when writing about someone going through that, girls are easier to use as examples. some guys if they heard a guy was crying over a breakup or something would be like, "nah, id never do that. this author must be nuts," even though most of us would.

[closed]

i see what you mean
you just wanted something to draw from that would be plausible

[Not here]

yeah it wasnt a particular reference to her.