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Come here, Come here,

gather around, gather round,

form a circle here, yes,

please sit on the ground.  



Let me tell you a story now,

of a boy turned into a man,

when his life was destroyed,

and he witnessed the destruction of,

all he had planned.  



It's alright now,

don't look so shocked,

he's relatively fine now.  

His mind didn't break when his body did,

it grew hinges and learned to bend.  



You can only beg god to kill you for so long,

before you realize you have to mend,

and struggle, to crawl on.  



Comas and chemo, lymphomas too,

broken kidneys,bleeding lungs,

and the drug induced deliriums,

all leaving me with this god forsaken shell,

a bright mind trapped in its own living hell,

oh the miracles of modern medicine,

look what I've become.  



Every day heavier than the last,

with the stabbing and the prying,

as they dig their needles in,

searching for a vein while,

I'm dying in all this pain.  



God grant me your benediction,

release me from this hell,

please lord hear me, give me release.

I can't be strong for you any longer,

please find some other purpose,

another way for me to serve.  



They've brought in a mirror today,

a mirror for me to see, to see,

exactly how bad,

this miracle medicine has fucked me.  



Your lovely steroids,

have made my graceful pianists fingers so swollen,

it hurts to even bend them.  

My heartbeat thunders now,

as I work up the nerve,

to look into this hated piece of glass,

to see my face at last.  



You're so lovely with your hair mostly gone,

face so bloated,

your mind rejects this horrible image.  

Words won't even form,

as another sliver of hope is stepped on,

and my heart grows numb.  



In this shallow and material world we live in,

how will anyone see beauty here,

when my own mind refuses to acknowledge it.  

It's so much easier to be numb,

no longer caring what happens,

to this heap of lost hope.  



Stab and jab with your needles,

it doesn't really matter,

I'll eat the shit you feed me,

though it hardly ever stays down.  

I'll be your human robot,

doing as I'm told.  

If you want me to function though,

I'll need a new chest tube.  

It got loose and pulled,

now I'm wheezing air when I breathe,

I doubt my lung collapsing again, would be good.  



Friends come to see me,

and I watch their eyes.  

They can't look for long,

but even in those short glimpses,

I see their pain.  

I find excuses for them,

so they can leave early,

I don't wish them to experience this for long.  

It's good to know,

they can stand coming,

knowing that even now,

the ones who love me,

aren't completely afraid,

helps to keep my heart, from going cold.  



It's amazing how far one can fall,

and just how dirty and broken you get,

when life forces you to crawl.  



Don't look at me please,

your pity burns worst of all,

I'd rather be forgotten and forsaken,

than have the slim hopes my mind has created,

and what little I've been left, be taken.  



I don't need your love,

no and I don't need your hand up,

this pathetic mess deserves neither.  

I prefer to drag myself forward,

across the broken glass strewn miles ahead,

than open up my heart and show you,

the treasures I keep within,

only to have you shun them, instead.