What the Child Never Told You
Jesse Peacock
Check the ditches in the skin,
the burned flesh where kin should have been.
The abandoned faith that I confided myself in,
what other reason is there to keep my health.
But I tried and I kept working with the lie,
hoping maybe if I tried hard enough, it'd change.
Kids, don't try this at home because
the harder you try, the more you realize it's the same.
I take deep breaths but my lungs don't expand
My heart is collapsing within the feeding hand.
Some world this is where a child tries too much
to fit in his father shoes and follow in his steps.
You can branch your arms and try to take flight
but this is no place to try to rise.
Daddy never left the ground
and mommy just doesn't care.
That whore of the wretched faith
family, kin, what a waste.
what is a child to do but to run and play
my wings were here, but they faded away.
My confession is
My obsession
My confession is...
Foul memories of a stark betrayel
everlasting with tainted bliss
the truth of the matter is
that I can't even exist.
And I liked knowing that I was alive
I loved to go on horror bearded hay rides.
Let me climb up the mountain, let me swing from the trees.
Let me run through the jungles, let me drown in the sea.
My Confession is
My obsession
My confession is ...
I never liked,
I never wanted,
I never was,
I never will.
I never wished,
I never tasted,
I never wondered
I never still.
I never cried,
I never lied,
I never knew,
I never will.
I never happened
I never mattered
I never told
I am never, still.
My Confession is...
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