Emotionally Unstable Ft. 'Ethic
1st verse - 'Ethic
2nd verse - ~WhiteOut~
Emotionaly Unstable.
This boy cries and cries for anxiety, and his complection.
Not even knowing why the tears come, swollen eyes, and red in sertin sections.
Wanting to choose when he died, yelling to god why he does he try and take him.
Living his life under bad health, Him sayin life is a bitch is an over statement.
Hating the world, No one acring for what he does.
His anger reacts in odd ways, His heart has a hole in it, with no love.
Building up his inside emotion, trying not to crack.
Leaving his body and wrists distorted, blood has aborted, a soul is what he lacks.
Suffering from anerexia, feelin nothing inside for himself or others.
No self conscience, no shame, Lived on his own with out a father or mother.
His tears burst out, Screams out to god to take him now.
Lets out all his sorrows and pleads for forgivness, Then god yells back loud.
I forgive everything and everyone, But right now is not your time.
You wanted to choose when you wanted to die just like you ask in your cry.
God also states he wont help him, And this lesson is not rejection.
Its that when you have a chance with god, you take it while viewing his reflection.
Then he leaves him all alone to rot in his place.
Regreting all the hatred toward everyone knowing he was a disgrace.
He then slit his wrists, and his ina life fled free.
Now his soul is collabin wit WhiteOut and viewin htis thread on RB.
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World comin down on him, bareing stress upon his already weakened shoulders..
Demons lurk in his mind haunting from childhood til' now and when he's older..
Mother sat upon a filthy couch shrowded in smoke from her cancer sticks...
Father haggardly staggering in bloodied from another bar-room conflict..
Souhl spilled out into his works being that this was his way to express..
Red ink running profusely down the pad, showing he finally relieved some stress..
Pastor preaches to fight relentlessly against these demons in my mind...
Hand forcefully pressing my chest screaming "Spirits Be gone and Leave the Child Behind"..
Still cant shake the demonic images tatooed a'front my eyes path..
Smiling on outside yet inside fight a war againts this so-called Satans wrath...
Failure is all I know, will I fail if I attempt to end all that perplexes me?..
It appears I found a bit of success as my body lays w/ a knife next to me..
Take a mirror to life, reflect on all that compelled me to be this way..
It dawns on me now that attempts of self mutilation got me by from day to day..
Whats left is an emotional souhl left to rejoice my lonely life..
Wait, not so alone, as I see atleast 'Ethic knew my daily strife...
