Lesbian Art Work... (original) (raw)

What i think
what i feel,
seem so far,
out of my reach.

I look out to grasp,
for why or what
I am here for'
in this existance.

Twisting and turning,
in these thoughts and feelings.
Getting tied up in knots,
that seem untieable.

Reaching out and grasping,
for something to break through.
Reaching for scissors,
that will break through anything.

Searching for my piece of mind,
that seems so far away.
Stretching my arms,
as far as the eyes can see.

"I know the pieces fit,
cuz i watched them fall away..."

When will i be able to put them back together,
when will i get the scissors to break free?
It seems like a sick joke,
that doesn't have a punchline.

Why not end it?
why not worry?
because it isnt worth it,
thats why im still here.

Still here in this bullshit world,
full of bullshit people.
Because of the few like me,
the few who look for the better.

The few who see past the bullshit,
past the lies and deception.
In light of something better,
for the sake of not giving up.

Still reaching for the scissors,
to break free...
when will it happen,
when will it be?

It will...
when it is my time...
my time to die.

Then the knots will be broken,
I will hit reality in the face,
or will I?

Remember this is all an illusion.