One more day, one more try,
To save myself, save my life.
If only I, no one else at all,
Has any hope, any withdraw,
For why I wake up, move on,
Without a razor blade, a gun,
To straighten out, reattempt,
This life, this creation meant,
To endure, as well as cherish,
Before a downfall and perish.
One more day, one more fight,
To gain control, regain sight,
Of why I’m here, why you are,
Near me right now, even at all,
If you break me, destroy my,
Spirit, just one word at a time,
And I hang my head, in shame,
Like a dog, starved, in the rain,
Wanting your love, your hand,
And make me a person, a man.
One more day is one less day,
To express words I must say,
As fast as I can, as clearly,
To whom I love, love dearly,
So they don’t think they are,
The one to blame, or at fault,
For the mistakes, the choices,
Killing me, leaving me voiceless,
Before I can tell them not to,
Lead this same life that I do,
In sorrow, in agony, so they,
Can wish for just one more day.
Different You
Somewhere inside, somewhere below,
The skin, the soul, the life you know,
Is a piece of you, a piece of myself,
Delusional, lost, in dire need of help.
Too weak, too afraid, too far under,
To reach, to communicate, to wonder.
You are tied down, helpless, useless,
By your own insecurity, your excuses.
Nobody wants you, even I don’t need,
The drama, the lies in which you feed,
To awaken you, give a meaning to life,
Every miserable day, every bad night.
I lent to you, gave you, a part of me,
In an attempt, a failed one, to see,
What you can do, or cannot do with,
The strength, the love, support I give.
You ruined it, just like every other try,
And placed the blame, while you cry,
That you’re not wanted, no reason to,
Keep this lifestyle, or even continue.
It’s empty, it’s quiet, you’re all alone,
We stopped caring, you are unknown,
You lived to see, to weep, to laugh at,
Your own funeral, your own epitaph,
In your own company, your own misery,
Realizing what you’d change, concede,
If you could stop, start all over now,
And be a different person, somehow.
2001-2005
A few hidden gems in here, but mostly just emo sounding garbage long before being an emo kid was cool. Granted that’s most of what all of my writings have ever been.