I am not You
What if the day you broke through,
became your death and old news?
And the end was really the start,
And all you held dear fell apart?
Then you start to wonder why you are here,
Did you piss away your life, suddenly you fear.
No beginning and no end too close,
And all that means anything suddenly slows.
Halted in your path you find death all around,
Listen to this thought as my life winds down.
To live is to love and smile is for happy,
And all the while the world calls you sappy.
You realize one day,
You wasted your life away.
And all those happy thoughts waste away,
With all that is left of your life, it will end this day.
To love is to live and smile so fake,
Drenched in lies Satan destroys your fate.
You are among the living, yet they don’t know,
That your life will end at the sound of anything so.
Listen close, hear the rain fall,
Finally my tears are real, He has called.
Lights all around, death settling in,
And just then I wake as I remember my sin.
I didn’t kill anyone, it just was there,
Death came and took them, the pair.
Yet I am to blame for the guilt and shame,
Shutter out the fear and move on through the pain.
My life is but a broken record not skipping or repeating,
Just dying, out of tune and in need of a beating.
Lord I remember when I was new to sin,
I had no idea I let the death in.
I did not kill anyone and so I tell you,
Yet I did not save them, let me continue.
I knew the plan, I knew the plot,
Yet I tried to save those that forgot.
I was punished then when it did not end,
And now I live on in place of them.
I write in riddles cause the pain is too thick,
And all I can do now is get myself sick.
The thoughts of my past make my stomach hurt,
And the memories of them make me want to be under dirt.
I did not kill them, I let them live,
so why did I get blamed for the hearted sin?
I am damned to this eternal place,
Live my life then replace my face.
Start all over, a new generation,
But I still remember this grave resolution.
I did not kill anyone, yet I pay the price,
And the more I tell, I will have to pay twice
That’s why these riddles are so convoluted,
Because if any one knew, I would be straight jacket suited.
So carry on with my whole fasad,
Act like I’m normal and try to press on.
Although I am not like you, I have done this before,
Died plenty of times and woke up sore.
Don’t believe me, I don’t really care,
No one should, except those that were there.
Although they will never tell, they are all dead,
I am all that remains in this thorn riddled bed.
I did not kill them, I let them live,
I let them pass on through the light You give.
Yet I am to blame through all these years,
and crying is not a solution, I have no tears.
And in your dark hours you can almost hear,
Those I let pass and all their fear.
So I ask again in this dark place I found,
let me not rise after I put my head down.
This is not a call for help or a vision with out sight,
Just the truth shared in riddle and me wanting to end this fight.
So finish reading and go back to your life,
You have no idea what I carry and all my strife.
So now I am done with this nifty little tale,
Now can I die and finally go pale?
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