sell me your vacuums
sell me your knives
sell me your religion
like it's the only one that's right
the art of persuasion
shouldn't be a farce
painting shit gold
so it looks nice
your chest is hollow
your head is a machine
your mouth a concealed weapon
your blood bleeds green
when you look into someone's face
you don't see a human being
you see dollar bills
a number worth counting
take - advantage - of - the - weak
when they need something more than scripture or home security
Solitary Tear Drops by ron-brouillette, literature
Literature
Solitary Tear Drops
No one sees you.
No one sees you cry.
No one sees you smile.
No one sees you laugh.
No one sees you cringe.
No one sees your pain,
the kind that burns your core,
and claws beneath your skin.
No one sees what you are,
who you want to be,
or what you'd rather be doing.
No sees the love you give,
the love you miss,
or all the little things.
No one sees, not because they don't want to see it,
and not because they are ignoring you,
or even missing the signs,
but because you won't let them.
You won't let them see you.
Nobody can save me from myself,
Or my memories.
Nobody can save me from this place,
Or what it means to me.
Sometimes, I wonder if the rain is really falling
Or if gravity has lost it's hold and we're moving up.
Sometimes, I wonder if the sky is full of lightning,
Or if it's just my thoughts trying to explode.
I miss being in control when I paint the pictures in my head.
I miss knowing what is going to happen next in my life.
Nobody can save me
Nobody can love me
Nobody can hold me... no more.
Nobody can free me
Nobody can hear me
Nobody can know me... no more.
I'm ti