They say the weak take their own lives

They say the weak take their own lives,

Well i guess I’m less, because I’m too much of a coward to take mine

 

I wish i could grow wings and fly away from this place,

I can no longer shed a tear cause this world has drained be dry,

I no longer fear death and it's not a brag

 

I can’t run away because my friends have me chained down,

I tried to tell myself friend is an idealistic word,

Yet it never worked for I still can’t leave them behind

 

This pain is like a vine I’m entangled in this twine so escape is in vain

 

 It’s sad that i cherish my friends more than my family,

 Yet I’m shunned by my own blood like the serpent from the garden

 

 I feel like Tom Robinson the poor mockingbird,

 Who seemed to be up against the world,

 The only evidence seemed to be his word against a god,

 So you see the table may have lifted but his fate was imprinted

 

 
 In the end no matter what i say,

 It’s my word against the world

 

So because their older;

Because their nicer;

Because you've known them longer,

 They’re right?

 

Don’t try to feed me bullshit,

 I’ll only spit it back

 

Don’t ask me to do what you will not do,

As it goes monkey see monkey do,

So calling me a liar is only cursing the mirror

 

My time is fading,

And i am biding for the tide,

To come and take me away,

From this cruel world

 

~the healer

Reviews

[Abram Walker]

This is a really good poem. I've felt like this before. Good write, keep it up!