Emotional suicide

Will probably be slaughtered for this, but I had to write one last song to say the last goodbye.. It’s not to flip you off, I swear.. But if I can handle ypur brutally honest feedback you kinda owe me the same grace.. Peace!

 

 

 

 

 

You read each one of my words and you still don’t get it

I’m clearly going through it

Thanks for the stone cold judgment when I could have used a hand to hold

A shoulder to lean on..

We’re blood, but it clearly means nothing

You’re all so fine with me bleeding out..

And now I think I will

 

You still don’t get that I use the words to press against each and every wound..?

That people just keep expecting me to take each stab straight to the heart and that I am fucking indestructible..?

Oh, and thanks for the newest blow..

It hurts me so much more than you’ll ever know

 

(I don’t think you even care though!)

 

I’m so sick of other people telling me who and what I am

But I don’t know how to deal with it when it comes from my fam

Yeah I get it. i don’t fit into this picture perfect family..

What can I do about it but cry in my misery..

Yeah I cry about it in my misery!

 

I should have been a nurse and a wife and a mother, I should have been religious..

And I’m none of those things, but that doesn’t make me vicious

Yeah, I talk about sex but how is that a hate crime

If I was fucking for the purpose of a kid it would be fine

It would be fine!

 

You say I’m almost 40 years old and I can’t act this way

Write what I want and say the things that I say

I gotta keep up with the standards you set

I gotta play by the rules you decide

You can’t let this slide

Just know you’re asking me to commit emotional suicide

You’re asking me to commit emotional suicide!

 

You got a view inside my mind and you hated it there

And then you rip me to pieces like you don’t even care

I’m sorry I can’t go through life like you do

I’m just not built for it

I can’t just wrap up everything inside and keep it there

You can’t handle that I talk about it so I write it here

 

I discovered young that words hold power

They can heal!

I always knew I was born very different..

Because I am not afraid to feel..

 

And we are blood, but it clearly means nothing

You’re all so fine with me just bleeding out

and now I think I will

I think I finally will!

 

Just know you’re asking me to commit emotional suicide

Now you’re asking me to commit emotional suicide..

 

 

 

 

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