2001

 

 

you wanna know my thoughts

let’s go back a few years

what was it? 2001

the music of that years makes sense

head first into depression

you couldn't see past those rose tinted glasses

the cutting got worse

I’m still mapping out the scars

you didn't know I was crying

my grades went to s**t

we fought over your expectations of who I should be

 

the screen became my friend

that year I put three holes in the wall

my fist where so bruised

you complained about doctor bills

the pain I would need to bare

I twisted my ankle on the cement steps

you claimed 4th of July a 'family' holiday

there were no fireworks by the lake

made me walk the mile anyways

 

then there were those blessed hands

saving me from myself

drowning out my screams with their care

those blessed smiles every morning

just as soon as I escaped that front door

your face was not amongst my rescue

let’s take it back to 2001

those years you don't remember me clearly

 

Author's Note

Cp. 8:23PM Sat 05/24/08 'Blurry' Puddle of Mudd remembering, lonely, a little sad, its our birthday, no mask for me (Typed, House)