War Child

I hate it here

Every argument is the same as another

I hate him, but I still love him

It's like a ghost talking to the walls

No one answers my calls

When I feel alone in the world                                                                           

Like a child of war                                                                                                                 

That's when I'm at my worst                                                                                                     

I can't kill the itch                                                                                                                           

Shaded by blue TV light 

In my darkest moment

Crying in the rain

I am pathetic

With my regrets

Alone in a park somewhere

Accused of blame

How much longer can I go on

Before it all ends?

I ruin everything I touch

Then some

I pray for an ending

People were jogging by

Doing their daily exercise

But no one knows

I'm in pain

Invisible to the world                                                                                                                           

I am a host for the fly                                                                                                                         

Out of tears                                                                                                                                 

I may as well be dead                                                                                                               

If this is the best it gets                                                                                                         

All things are fundamental                                                                                                     

My tears are mirrors of yesterday                                                                                                                             

Today I've been on the edge                                                                                                         

Praying for an end  

I wonder if it will ever be over

The Tuesday gloom

My fingertips are red and inflamed

From the bitterness of the cold

I am cold to the bone

Out of options

Waiting like a tree

I am an adversary of time

Impatient and drowning in my mistakes

By an endless lake

I am inspired by everything and nothing

Wanting to die, wanting to live

Wanting the highs

Life is not what I expected

When I opened my eyes this morning

Rain was pouring from the Heavens

I thought it would be different

But I was wrong

Rain was pouring like my sorrows

It made me feel like I want to disappear

I want to disappear with my tears

Like a poet in time

This moment is mine                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

This moment is mine.