Help by Jayce Kraviec
Smiles plastered across my face,
trying so hard not to be fake.
Trying to be something I'm not,
damn this fuckn' heartless spot.
A child of butterflies is all you see,
damn it all forget those memories!
No longer a child among your midst,
all this is doing is making me pissed.
I don't like the anger deep inside,
someone please help me cut these ties,
that hold me to sadness, anger, and lies.
Take me back to where I want to be,
a child of the flowers, birds, and the bees.
Help me someone, help me Lord,
before I finally become no more.
I want to feel the petals bright,
I long to see them in my sight.
To smell the scent upon the air,
someone, anyone take me there.
Crying on the inside, stab wounds on the out,
being fake shouldn't be the only way out.
As I grow numb from all this pain,
I ask myself,
Why must I be insane?