they take me as a jokei'm not believed ini don't have emotionsor feelingsor actual thoughtsbecause to themi'm a jokesomething to tell when breaking awkward silencesomething to tell when trying to be funnya jokeplain and simplei'm not taken seriouslyi'm not considered humani'm differenti'm a failurebut better yet
if i told you i am scared,would you believe my lie?if i told you i am happy,would you believe i cry?if i told you i feel pain,would you believe me?if i told you i can hear,hear the voices of the rain,would you finally understand?if i begged you to understand,would you?could you?if i promised to show you,show you the hidden world inside my mind,would you promise to not be scared?if i told you i am happy,
what i want for christmasis a flat stomachlong, thick haira straight smilefull lipseyes that pull you ina smaller waistnicer eyebrowsbigger chestnoscratch thatwhat i want for christmasis a family that notices mea mind that isn't damagedfriends that can actually helpno
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,Weak, wretched sinner though I be),My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.Not only for the Past I grieve,The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,Thy suppliant is a castaway.I cannot say my faith is strong,I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,And yet a Pit --With Heaven over it.To stir would be to slip --To look would be to drop --To dream -- to sap the PropThat holds my chances up.Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!The depth is all my thought --I dare not ask my feet --'Twould start us where we sitSo straight you'd scarce suspectIt was a Pit -- with fathoms under it --Its Circuit just the same.Seed -- summer -- tomb --
What does the hangman think aboutWhen he goes home at night from work?When he sits down with his wife andChildren for a cup of coffee and aPlate of ham and eggs, do they askHim if it was a good day's workAnd everything went well or do theyStay off some topics and talk aboutThe weather, base ball, politicsAnd the comic strips in the papersAnd the movies? Do they look at hisHands when he reaches for the coffeeOr the ham and eggs? If the littleOnes say, Daddy, play horse, here'sA rope — does he answer like a joke:I seen enough rope for today?