My Childhood


Non-existant
like a phone number that was never listed
no reason to be optomistic
my minds twisted
for reasons i cant explain
its like somthing alive deep within my veins
i cant shut out the pain
i continue living as though in vain
its consuming
my thoughts build up inside
eating me like cianide
i can run but i cant hide
its a part of me
it makes me want to die
fight it till i cry
fear and pain collide
they take me for a ride
im shocked to realize where im at
i cant belive it took me back
to my childhood

-grass