When I'm Gone (rap/poem):
Stuck in the same place again, alone with my own thoughts
I try to think of the people that I never forgot
Sometimes they said I was too much, and I forgave
I'd rather cry it out than carry hate
But what if one day they see my grave?
And they can't do what I do, they dissipate
I remember them fondly and smile when I tell their story
I want to apologize to all of them,
I'm sorry.
Beautiful minds aren't that beautiful at all
You know you're very smart
But you feel so very small
Sometimes I want to be a kid again and climb a tree, look at the stars
They don't judge, they wink at you no matter who you are
People aren't like that, they can only take so much
Only the special ones act like that happy dog stuck in a bush
But they'll still fall down if you push...
Sometimes I feel like if I jump, a lot of people will jump with me
But why is it that when I'm here they don't miss me
I don't want to cause anybody pain, I just want peace
Nobody understands that some people need a release
(Just hear me please)
But I feel like I'll take some with me if I go
I don't want to hurt you
Time for me is just too slow
When will this be over? What if it's never?
I just don't wanna live a life like this forever
Maybe I'm like a wounded animal that bites the hand that feeds it
I'm sorry, I know I'm the one that needs it
I just want you to know that I really appreciate you
And I tell you too much
But I really don't resent you
I don't want you to feel like I'm using you
I really wish I could be somebody new
Sometimes I feel like I can learn but I don't grow
I'm just wading through the snow
And why I yearn, nobody knows
I do things all wrong again
And then I lose a friend
Why am I so pessimistical
I like to think that I'm realistical
I dream of a better world
Maybe I'm a little egotistical
But this place is so nonsensical!
Still, I'll just wait for a better day
And even though it might never come
You won't have to tell my story
I'm not going home
You won't have to hurt when I'm gone
Or at least the hand that takes me
Will not have been my own
YOU ARE READING
Like Clockwork- the songs and poems of a sad, gay, spanglish ghost (Lesbian)
PoetryJust songs and poems that go round in my head like clockwork. Some have videos of me performing them, others are on my soundcloud: Dante Tora Rush. Others are just words that the person they were meant for may have never seen. Some are not by me; T...
