One Side of BeautifulA Poem by Not here
Meet me on
the other side of has been,
because I'm holding it in. And there's no time to fit in when I'm falling again Meet me on the sad side of alone, when the pain inside's grown and I cannot hope to atone for what I've done that's unknown I can write rhymes if need be. I can try to cope with what I see. You can try to understand but please don't. If you die I'll get blamed and I won't have any more chances. I've lost them all. Now I bang my head against a brick wall. Jump off a bridge; where will I fall? If I had a phone, would you ever call? There's so many questions I'll never discuss because it's hard to spit s**t with wit unless I cuss. Turn to whatever I can find that'll light my fire. But overall I'm still burning with this desire. And I lay my head down but inside I'm racing. They tell me to slow down. "Better start pacing." But I don't understand 'cause the wind's in my ears. So I'll take the sharp edge and bleed out all the fears. Meet me on the dark side of light, where everything I say if forthright but every time I look up it's night. Maybe I just want an invite Meet me at the smile of hate, where I'm too upset to debate. I don't know if I can translate what I think when my life falls straight. I'm literally a disaster when I try to go faster. Strutting around the place like I think I'm my own master. I can talk about cutting; I can talk about shots. But it doesn't even matter 'cause I've got all these spots. And you can't even see them. But I can't cut them loose They're stuck into my skin. Products of my abuse. You can't really know me because I don't know myself. I don't know what I'm saying as I knock over a shelf. It was full of my awards, my ribbons, and all my praise. But that praise has got me going nowhere quickly in a daze. Take them back now before I set them all on fire. They've done enough to me. They inspire as I aim higher. But the higher that I shoot the more people call me a flier. When you fly, you fall, and then you're situation becomes dire. So to hell with it. I'm hanging and cutting the last wire. Meet me at the corner of dark. Burn me so I'll have a spark. Cut me so I'll bleed some fuel. Set fire to me and be cruel. Meet me at the shiny white door. See me crumpled on the floor. Kick me as hard as you can. Leave me where I began. I been picked up by people that I'll quickly let down. I've been let down by people that start selling drugs downtown. And sure enough I'll go visit them at work no matter the time. To get through another rhyme I need a few hits of that crime. They expect me to stop it and just quickly turn on a dime. And I'm trying to impress so I hide it and act sublime. So no more lies. To all the bad guys, trust me I'm worse. And I would advise that you quickly take a break and just drop it. 'Cause if you keep going, you won't ever stop it. Doesn't matter the addiction. Drugs, sex, alcohol, jealousy, such rage that you're punching holes in the wall- all of them get you on fire and all of them get you down. They won't do a thing to turn around that frown. As soon as we're all born, we're all just dying. Seconds tick off our clocks as we sit in bed crying. This may be hopeless- it's a theme underlying. The world's gone dark and death is here. I'm not denying. But picture this with me and use your mind to keep trying: What if we didn't need our daily fixes to get by flying? Meet me on the close side of will be. I'll walk alone and try to set you free. Just run away now; don't worry about me. I've been through s**t I could never foresee. © 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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