sparkle_jez
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2003
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My Child
This is a constant unending circle of dissatisfaction,
Where is my identity?
I wear masks and give them names,
But in the end I hate them all…
And this frustration builds inside because I cannot find it,
It builds until I want to cut open my skin and peel it all back,
So the child inside can climb out
Anything and everything reminds me of those stones cracking against my skull,
And all those words you said to me; You killed that child in me before it could grow
Now look at this shell, now look at this big black hole,
You ripped the child from the womb and now nothing else can grow,
Life is dark, Life is dead, If nothing else can grow,
How can I ever live when my child is murdered dead,
My child is the real me.
This is a constant unending circle of dissatisfaction,
Where is my identity?
I wear masks and give them names,
But in the end I hate them all…
And this frustration builds inside because I cannot find it,
It builds until I want to cut open my skin and peel it all back,
So the child inside can climb out
Anything and everything reminds me of those stones cracking against my skull,
And all those words you said to me; You killed that child in me before it could grow
Now look at this shell, now look at this big black hole,
You ripped the child from the womb and now nothing else can grow,
Life is dark, Life is dead, If nothing else can grow,
How can I ever live when my child is murdered dead,
My child is the real me.

