For Us

For Us

The world is too much for us.                   

Says the teen walking away after being bullied;

The single mother with no time to live,

As the son of alcoholics pushed down

every time he attempts to stand up.

The World is too much for us

The World Is too much for us.

                            Said ‘He’ who stood beneath us,

                            before us and against us.

                            From the mind of a troubled

                            depressive, pill poppin seventeen                                    year old. To the bruises and                                        bleeding wounds caught from being

in the wrong place, wrong time.

Why do they take the wrong lives?

The World Is Too much for us.

                            So flawed, that the snow tries to cover

                            attempting to impede or stop before

                            we can ruin. So much that the rain

                            hits us as hard as it can, to erase

                            from the concrete, the troubles and

                            sorrow we created. Where the world

                            breaks open, intent with swallowing

                            us whole, or hitting us with waves to

                            destroy our homes.
The World Is Too Much for us.

                            It sees us as destroyers. Mystical

malevolence. Created by the hands of our beautiful view of eternal wellness and comfort. Betrayal behind it.

The World Is Too Much For us.

                            The world seems to revolve around each                                one of us. Each of us are moons in our

own worlds. Filled with desirable lust, that

ends up being ash..cold.

The World Is Too Much For Us.

                            Steel dripping off the earth, as silver gold

falls off the hands of its creation. Meaningless beauty.