what will my epitaph read?
put some fingers in my cemetery,
join me in liberty,of fathomable bleeding,
culture intervention to beat systematic hypocrisy,
value is and always was worth more,
the true core of me,is my cemetery,
where all my cats lye,dead and cold with out me,
if i had a home,its consistency would be,
of mangled hair and bone,souls deeper than love,
bitter sweet ends,it always ends,
each chapter smooths down a edge,
yet reinforces a new memory,selfless,
was i not supposed to grow hearts for others,
let them have 'em,never did i want them,
hand 'em out,no i don't want 'em,
its a cradled care,i care so to give is to receive,
in abundance,pills became comfort....
no one knows the real tribulations i go through to get to her,
the girl i know is inside,
i cry and scream for her,
i miss her i need her,
shes is the reason i go on,
i miss her holding me at night,
keeping me safe from razors and pain,
killing me softly with her words,
this girl is buried,under years of neglect,
fictional or not,i believe a lot of times the girl is me.