i wanna go home
but i hate home
i just wanna be
in my place of serenity
the sounds of the universe
flowin through my brain
life hurts to much to think about
so i listen to take away the pain
my mother could care less
if i was dead or in a dress
my father has his problems
and her turns to me to help solve them
i’m pissed off and nervous
i don’t have much peace of mind
i wake up every morning
searching for all the things i cannot find
someone stop me
from falling
i can’t go on
i feel my death won’t be long
i won’t quit
until i breathe my last
i’ll keep going
even if i crash
it’s time for everyone to kiss my ass
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 