My bottle, to be hurled into the ocean. |
If I could write a message, and toss it into the sea, What would I say, What would it be? Would I say that I missed you, the father that wasn't there, would it slide down my face, that single tear? Might I say I was lonely, Even when there were people all around, Would I say I needed love? A kind that I have never found? Would I say "I love you mom," For always giving a care, but now that you're sick, Well, you're never really here. What do I say to all of you, Women that look at me in disgust, as if I am a whore, As if I would follow my ever lust, Would I say "I hate you men!", When all you do is leer, When I can't even walk past you, without feeling the fear! Could I say "Girls, you've helped me through, You're the best friends I could ever find", But Missy, your leaving, and Jay is not far behind. Would I say I hate my self, This person in the mirror, where I cry to myself, when no one is near. What would I say, To a world that wasn't fair, To people that eyed me, As if my clothes were ripped bare. Would I say it was useless, waiting around for someone sincere, and if it was worth it, when will he appear? Could I say "I hate you all", You people that destroy my life, The life that was never actually real, Just a moment filled with strife? What can I say to a world that mocked me?, as I try to find those who care, could I cry and scream, As I feel my heart crumble and disappear? How many more things could I say, as I toss the bottle away. |