Resurrection
Can’t feel anything in my legs because all I feel is numb
My mouth is taped but I feel like swallowing a gun
In all my 17 years I'm just trying to be the one
But for my feelings I'm cutting them off and just run
I’m half past broken and on smoke I’m choking
I'm just a guy that's trying to live in the moment
I need to slow down because I'm starting to lose focus
This poetry keeps me moving Poetry in Motion
I feel like I'm invisible it's nothing but cyclical
What's the word trust because it's nothing but cynical
I'm telling you my life I’m anything but typical
But I'll fight till I'm at the pinnacle
I got the soul of a tiger and the heart of a lion
But lately I feel nothing but the feeling of dead silence
Is golden but in my mind I want to start a riot
I got one word engraved in my heart and that’s violence
To be honest I'm sick of my existence
I'm very persistent especially when it comes to keeping my wrist slit
When it comes with socializing I'm a social misfit
Why are you saying wer’re one of the same when I was born to be different
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