We've been running from the pain

Steps far from possible

Three years and too much change

I'm still impossible

Throw my compass in the air

Ground please break make me lost

Take my eyes and direction

X marks nothing at all

May I speak?

Here's a thought

Wait a million or two about the things

That I've done and those that I'd like to

Slept with a stripper and prayed with a saint

Asked for forgiveness then binged for days

Here's a poem that bleeds for me

Stitches my words and cradles my speech

What does sorrow ever mean to me if I don't care?

But I really do care

There's a girl I love but can't bear to be with

A dream so close but always short of reaching

And since I hurt I'll scream that I don't care

I hate that I really do care

We've been running from the pain

Steps far from possible

Three years and too much change

I'm still impossible

May I speak?

In the end what could be said?

We scrape our knees, we try our best

But the question that cuts me deep

Will I wake up one morning and truly believe

I alone am not a tragedy

I am worthy of the air I breathe

I am worthy of the term I seek, beautiful

Because that's my favorite word

I weaponize seconds

And I hold minutes hostage

I weaponize seconds

And I hold minutes hostage

Is it safe to say "I miss you" when you're not here to listen?

When they come for me

I'll be stepping the dead walk

Kill them all

Let God sort them out..

Let God sort them out