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Footprints
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This is a peice I dropped in SS.....just looking for some feedback on
what you all think....and what would make it better: Footprints: If as a child you had it bad, believe I had it worse Cause it hurt when his sole crushed me into the dirt Worth-less scars and bruises vanished from my skin But within, my father’s footprints are still a burning sin And it’s hard to exist in life going from being ignored To adored, then beat again for receiving poor SAT scores And that whore just watches as he stomps me like roaches And coaches him like golf on the technique of his approaches The pain encroaches upon my heart turning love into distress Yet I survive under the stress of my parent’s footsteps Feelings sorry for myself became as common as my steps I got too used to that feeling and lost all my regrets My life created my personality and the way that I act Now everyday I’m a new person trying to cover my tracks Sadness turns to anger in my heart and suddenly I’m painless Overwhelmed by gayness as I tense my grip around this stainless Steel blades swerve fluently and bloodstains fill the carpet A heartless man dies before my eyes and slides into the darkness Turning swiftly second thoughts only support the facts I axe the bitch across the back before she has a chance to react My body intact the massacre ends and sorrow is shattered Two bodies battered to death before I even knew it happened My brain drowns in a flood of consequences and conclusions Illusions of covering my tracks occur blurred by confusion Feelings sorry for myself became as common as my steps I got too used to that feeling and lost all my regrets My life created my personality and the way that I act Now everyday I’m a new person trying to cover my tracks I stand alone in the widow, dreaming of tomorrow Steaming in sorrow, prepared to swallow a hollow I wallow through days behind or ahead of my time I try but I can’t put the past or the future out of my mind Sweat climbs my face as I lay and stare at the ceiling fan Goodbyes are hard, but God is a very appealing man My peeling hands tremble as I debate my life’s existence I’m persistent towards dying but I don’t have the commitment I realize the times not right and set my assassin down beside me I could walk away from life, but my footprints will still lie behind me Feelings sorry for myself became as common as my steps I got too used to that feeling and lost all my regrets My life created my personality and the way that I act Now everyday I’m a new person trying to cover my tracks |
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