My Existence
Its like there is a piece of glass right in front of me And you can't see through it But I can see you I can see what you are doing to yourselves And it just kills me You stick safety pins in your hip to make yourself feel better You totally ignore the fact that you are too skinny to fast You whine about people whining too much You are killing yourself, slowly but surly You are breathing in a dark spirit in the shape of smoke My wonderful friends are slowly and surly slipping out of reach Getting further and further away from me Further away mentally and physically You slowly move away And it seems like you don't care at all I know that I am probably a sheltered child And I know that I am spoiled And I know that I am a terrible person But I would do anything to make any or all of you happy I would die to make you happy I am standing behind a piece of glass The sheltered child that I am And I get to slowly watch you all kill yourselves That is my existence Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 05:04 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Its like there is a piece of glass right in front of me..."