by Asif Joosub

Created on: May 29, 2011

I try and put these thoughts on paper
Hoping my problems will disappear

What I want to say
I can’t

Digging my own grave I pray
Myself I don’t want to continue to hunt
To myself I want to say sorry
But I can’t
I don’t feel I’m wrong and deserve some glory
There is so much I want to say
The price though is too high to pay
So I just keep my thoughts in a bottle
Pouring out whenever I can little by little

There are people I would really like to kill
Maybe it would make me feel better
But it’s just a thought still
A lot of people have someone they want to shatter
Like me
Just in my mind
Soft spoken and observing jealousy
My words I never try and grind

I feel like digging my own grave
Sometimes I feel I already have the job long done
I don’t care about having to be brave
I made my bed and alone I lay in it as one

There is no genie in my bottle
So my thoughts I put on the throttle

I try and put these thoughts on paper
Hoping my problems will disappear

They just multiply
I wish I were blind folded to a pole
Hearing the bullets amplify

God spare me gently take my soul
God you can see
These thoughts are killing me

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