living in my head
broken
out spoken you are
can never dispose of you
talking
you tell me the world is against me
the hell you give me is unbearable
you run every one away
i pray for you to go away
no matter what i say i think maybe god is testing me
sometimes i wonder what it would be like to tie a cord to the door and hang
or bash my head in with a frying pan
i tried getting away believe me i ran
i fought it well i gave it hell
it locked me in a cell
i continued to yell
even when it ripped out my vocal cords
i will still scream from the grave
no one will save me........
-levi cloninger-