This po3m is call3d som3 fr3ak lik3 m3...
With every tear, falling from my eye,
I’ve experienced a lot of pain.
What was once a porcelain glass
Has broken and cracked into endless shame.
I’ve moved here and there.
I’ve lost a lot of friends.
Stabbed constantly in the back,
And shake hard when I stand.
I’m happy when I’m along,
Yet along I am sad.
I’ve gone years without a father.
To be abandon makes me mad.
All my frustrations turn into art,
All my art becomes a song.
my song is drenched into a rage, which I kept inside so long.
In life there’s only music,
In music there is escape.
I dream of reaching nirvana,
Yet there’s something in the way.
Spend time between the frets,
And vibes between the strings.
My life goes black, and white like piano keys.
To wish to close Gods’ eyes,
And watch the shadows over me….
To be face to face with death in a toggle war…
And find my inner peace….
To feel comfort in the darkness, fly, and finally breathe..
Is one of the fewer steps to take..
To be someone like me.
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