Something else I recently wrote.... I like to think I can write at least. But anyway here it is
So what if Im not good enough?
So what if the world looks at me like the elephant man walked in naked
That world of the girls that I give my world to
Steel eyes every time
How many of them have felt so special
Like they broke my heart and they were special
Baby this heart is stitched together
With perfect seams of angry screams
Of days where all I knew of life were the tears I cried
Of days when my daddy broke my heart
He beat me into oblivion
He knocked me out
You broke my heart?
This heart is filled with holes
Beyond the valves
Beyond the echoes of things that you said to make me feel special
It was eaten with the acid spilt lies of lovers before
It was blasted with bullets from the mouths of my family
With every you arent my son
With every when are you going to quit being a loser?
Vile things to say to a ten year old
And somehow this heart is a trophy?
Hell this heart that is torn apart and used to the point of no return?
No it isnt a trophy
Its a monument of a man that stands alive
And spits with pride
Its a statue of vigilance
No matter how many times I tried to give it away
Its mine
And I worship it like a golden cow baby
So what if Im not good enough?
So what if the world looks at me like the elephant man walked in naked
That world of the girls that I give my world to
Steel eyes every time
How many of them have felt so special
Like they broke my heart and they were special
Baby this heart is stitched together
With perfect seams of angry screams
Of days where all I knew of life were the tears I cried
Of days when my daddy broke my heart
He beat me into oblivion
He knocked me out
You broke my heart?
This heart is filled with holes
Beyond the valves
Beyond the echoes of things that you said to make me feel special
It was eaten with the acid spilt lies of lovers before
It was blasted with bullets from the mouths of my family
With every you arent my son
With every when are you going to quit being a loser?
Vile things to say to a ten year old
And somehow this heart is a trophy?
Hell this heart that is torn apart and used to the point of no return?
No it isnt a trophy
Its a monument of a man that stands alive
And spits with pride
Its a statue of vigilance
No matter how many times I tried to give it away
Its mine
And I worship it like a golden cow baby
i seriously relate to this feeling and can appreciate your pride in standing for something, anything, and ultimately yourself.
it's ironic that i read this considering i just emailed my father and took the higher road regarding a month long silence started because i crossdress and date a bisexual woman.
dude keep writing. i miss talking and joking with you.