Just a man...imperfect...vulnerable

why can't my words be seen for what they are

an expression of my ongoing struggle

I am not your culture

I am not your shelter

I am not your addiction

I am not your solution

running with my head down

the blood fills my mouth - the sting fills my eyes

dying to avoid the sight of the endless struggle

to find an end to this passion play of which we're all a part

the depths we'll fall to, for the love of

don?t want to carry it anymore - the weight on my shoulders

your hands around my neck

not seen as an attempt to dig deeper with myself

and now it's my cross to bear