The other way to die

It's lonely here on my high horse. 

I keep beating it but it's dead of course.

It's empty eyes and bloody mane. 

I yearn for something to feel my pain.

And when I fall and hit the ground.

Throughout I'm broken but I make no sound.

I'm broken like my beating heart.

With pain that that drags me to the start

It is the catalyst of what I've become.

So hold me tight or I will come undone.




And all the manipulation that I use.

I learned it all from my father's abuse

I don't mean to keep placing blame.

But I am a product of a life of pain.

I've seen the cruelest things be done.

As a child I was afraid of what I'd become.

And all of the ways people chose to hurt me.

My body is clean but inside I'm dirty.




I pull myself up off the floor.

I don't even know what I'm good for.

I saw a tree that had been struck by lightning. 

Dead inside but still it's fighting.

Empty but still growing

Damage barely showing

Like the tree that's burned and chard.

Still alive but inside we're scared.

I try to stay strong and try to survive

But I am that tree and I am dead inside.

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