Stop listening to my voice; don’t just hear my words take in what I am saying.
I want to be wrapped in life’s warm made comfort, left to rest.
Pain dripping from my fingertips holding the weight of life and death
The difference of tomorrow in my hands
A tight knot with a loop to hold me together
A drink to quench my very last thirst
The taste of something small slipping down my throat
Healing the inner most lining my of ripped soul
Biting my lip as it jumps uncontrollably wordlessly
Holding onto my sins
Show the world what is out there, the bodies of shame
What is there to show; to give hope?
I wear this disgrace bravely
But I speak slowly, if at all
And I head to a place where I don’t have to be
I certain demise to take me from this world
I’ve traveled toward the tops of these clouds for sometime
And for almost a minute I was there.
It wasn’t suicide I was murdered.
People took advantage of my hurt
They used me, but I didn’t kill myself, they did.
I was just the weapon
They failed however because I failed
But in actuality I was given the greatest success of my life
I lived because there are miracles and a part of me still believed in them
And that part of me still found hope
I’m a weapon still, my words are my weapon
They protect me and teach you
We all have a weapon within us
Those weapons save us, and make us who we are.
I will not be overpowered.
I am my own weapon