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The Cure
I want to leave
I dont want to stay here
For every sickness there is a cure
My cure is written elsewhere
and here is its posion
There is an array of weapons
in front of me
Not for against the poisons
but to take me to a cure
And I wonder if I have the strength
to push those sharp ends into my flesh
and maybe connect to my heart
and know and wonder if I can push it through that too.
I guess I'm not happy with life
even when people arent screaming and fighting
I never see the purpose in it all
There are so many questions
left unanswered
and I want to know what will answer it
the poison or the cure?
which may hurt as much as the poison but doesnt last as long.
I dont think I have the strength to take my life and hold it in my hand
then drop it
But god, I'm tettering on the very edge of life's little ledge.
She think's I'm thinking of an apology
I'm only thinking of death and life
and whats behind it all
I'm not really here
I'm somewhere up high
I guess I like to think
thats right close the door on me
I'm like that tomato you dropped
now bruised and battered in the inner flesh.
