The Weakness Within

The ten thousand hours spent down on my knees, Never added up
To the ten thousand tears spilled down my cheeks, I always knew
The ten thousand cuts spread across my wrists, Would never fade
Into the thousand scars scattered across my mind, I always prayed

Would they hear my final prayer if I shouted it out
Would they see my final sacrifice if I pointed it out
They never saw behind closed doors, Or behind closed eyes
They only knew what they caused, Hate and the weakness within

Still they pushed me to the ground, Spitting their filth onto me
Hoping for what, I’ll never know, I’m still so ignorant to their ways
Still they screamed without a sound, Their disapproval bled through
Praying for what, They’ll never know, They are still so ignorant to my pain

Pushed to the edge, What choice do we have but to fall to the ground
Drug to the ledge, What choice do we have but to finally drown
Beneath their glances and oppressive words, Without a breath to breathe
We have naught to do but jump, It was never our intention to leave

I have forgiven so many, For so much, Still I feel the hatred within
I have seen so much, For so many years, I chose the darkest sin
The pain seeps through my eyes, My ears, My deepest veins
How do we live through the grit, the filth, the rage, the shame