My Home (Poem)
Day by day i am just broken down, this broken town, i wear the scars from long ago, within my home. When i was a kid, with tall tale dreams, i run from my past, yet i come in last.
I remember all my dreams,
like the time i dreamed that i knew all things, that when i would sing, it fixed everything.
Dad i'm sorry i couldn't hold onto my young kindness, mom i'm sorry i couldn't hold onto all my blindness. Dad i'm sorry i have learned to argue my strength with you, mom i'm sorry that i thought maybe you would protect me, too.
I know that i've cried way too much, tried to die too much; but don't miss your touch. Know you want me to feel trust, i'd rather be stuck with boys for my lust; but I don't want be loved. I want to be used, i want to be cuffed.
Because, it hurts, it does. What you call love, it looks quite like abuse! when we fight, how is it you dare still accuse, me of being ill? When you're unhappy still, the prescriptions you fill, are my way to chill...
Dad i'm sorry i couldn't hold onto my young kindness, mom i'm sorry i couldn't hold onto all my blindness. Dad i'm sorry i have learned to argue my strength with you, mom i'm sorry that i thought maybe you would accept me, too.
† Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iXJtlq1P6w
