broken record(repairs in progress)

Sweet children,
i am so easily irritated,
i am so quickly drained.

i see my foul negativity
blanch your tender hearts,
but too late, the deed is done.

i'm working on it.

i want you to understand,
but what words
can help you see?

(tell them, tell them)
the Voice whispers
(show them, show them)
yes, the path is clear.

but how can i explain?

his bitterness
has become
a way of life for me.
I seem to have stepped in
now that he has stepped out.

and how can i show you
a better way
when you are
stuck like me?

not now, not now
i can't
i'm sorry, i'm sorry.

my empty words
and broken promises
will not become my epitaph.

i'm working on it.

--bruised orange

at least

someone asked me today
'how do you feel?'

how do i feel?
i do not feel

but at least now,
i have started to cry

and that is something,
at least,
to hold on to

--bruised orange

Notice

you took music from me
you took song
you took away laughter
and prayer
and the feeling that i belong

you took away joy
you stole peace
you took reading
you took my strength

you took my dreams
you robbed my soul
you took it all
you took it all


listen up
mother fucker
i'm taking it back

--bruised orange