Like Me:
Hearing your struggles hurts my soul
If only you knew how many times I was a tv to someone’s remote control
They make moves based on their opinions not knowing they ripping the uniqueness that you hold
Right out your great soul
The channels they switch you to leaves scars in your heart
That can’t be erased with a simple apology
Nah it’s not that easy
These scars fill pages
And pages of this notebook
These scars robbed me of my time and I can’t call the cops for these crooks
I wish you wasn’t a replica of me
I wish you would stand up for me
I meant you
Why oh why are you like me?
I feel like I’m looking in the mirror when I hear you speak
It starts with you holding those words you so wish you can say behind your teeth
Then you can’t sleep
Because your eyes are so drippy
Then you start looking in the mirror wishing and hoping that you weren’t you
That you were raised somewhere else
That these emotions weren’t something you felt
Then you start grabbing weapons
And trying to leave your body bloody in the same bed you slept in
Thoughts begin to creep in
Like if I do it my body will be left in this bed
But in heaven, my soul will be free
Those very thoughts still reserve space in my head
Don’t be like me
Be better
Please
Disclaimer:
I wrote this for someone I care about because their situations are like mines. But I never spoke up until it was too late. If I could go back I would speak like no other. But, I cannot go back and your living in the moment and I don’t want you to have these thoughts to stomach. If you ever feel like your being controlled, don’t go with the flow. Disrupt the flow. If not, I promise you and depression will become a couple. Don’t be like me.
