Without Glass
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:58 pm
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Winds blow embers, branches scrape my chest
I stare into the black, with my hands in a vest
Blind but see smoke, this must just be a test
I walk through the coals, what is it that Im feeling?
Pain? Remorse? My vision is blurred but still seeing
Im facing my past, I kept it hidden for so long
It eats away at me, though I act as if Im still strong
So gone in my head, I start to realized decisions I made
Regret, watching the girl I loved face begin to fade
I look to my right, see my grandpa with his held high
I look to the left, Im crying, I never told him goodbye
I didnt know when he left that night, hed be gone forever
Figured Id see him at Christmas, the hurt never got better
It didnt go away, never will, now I see how alone I was
How much it hurt, which is why at 13 I decided to turn to drugs
Problems arose, they eased the pain, nothing more I cared about
Then to get high, relieve the hurt I felt, as I exhaled out of my mouth
The worlds getting clearer, I look and see a young me binge eating
The drugs helped for awhile, but food seemed to fill the void I was needing
Obesity struck, my body kept feeding, hated my life, Im lucky Im still breathing
I changed that part of my around with the weight room and dedication
My asthma and heart problems cleaned up, I threw away my medication
While that part worked out, it gets blurry again, seeing oppertunities I missed
If I did my homework like I should have, I should be in a university writing this
But instead Im working my way back, look at each day mad with a clenched fist
Relentless in my struggles, still a space to be filled with this hole in my soul
Plenty of friends, but not even they can reverse time nd put me in a new role
Spitting it all out, trying hard not to talk fast, but who are we all without past?
Why we're made of skin, because you cant see through me, without glass
Winds blow embers, branches scrape my chest
I stare into the black, with my hands in a vest
Blind but see smoke, this must just be a test
I walk through the coals, what is it that Im feeling?
Pain? Remorse? My vision is blurred but still seeing
Im facing my past, I kept it hidden for so long
It eats away at me, though I act as if Im still strong
So gone in my head, I start to realized decisions I made
Regret, watching the girl I loved face begin to fade
I look to my right, see my grandpa with his held high
I look to the left, Im crying, I never told him goodbye
I didnt know when he left that night, hed be gone forever
Figured Id see him at Christmas, the hurt never got better
It didnt go away, never will, now I see how alone I was
How much it hurt, which is why at 13 I decided to turn to drugs
Problems arose, they eased the pain, nothing more I cared about
Then to get high, relieve the hurt I felt, as I exhaled out of my mouth
The worlds getting clearer, I look and see a young me binge eating
The drugs helped for awhile, but food seemed to fill the void I was needing
Obesity struck, my body kept feeding, hated my life, Im lucky Im still breathing
I changed that part of my around with the weight room and dedication
My asthma and heart problems cleaned up, I threw away my medication
While that part worked out, it gets blurry again, seeing oppertunities I missed
If I did my homework like I should have, I should be in a university writing this
But instead Im working my way back, look at each day mad with a clenched fist
Relentless in my struggles, still a space to be filled with this hole in my soul
Plenty of friends, but not even they can reverse time nd put me in a new role
Spitting it all out, trying hard not to talk fast, but who are we all without past?
Why we're made of skin, because you cant see through me, without glass