Too Close

each night I get closer to the holder

that clings onto the warm belly of a holster

slowly petting a trigger as I water grass

hoping it will turn a bit greener

hiding behind me super quiet just to linger

don’t understand how I attract the reapers

I guess i’m well known to be a bleeder

hit hard by disguised teasers

that always end up being leavers

ready to store my body in a freezer

but play it off like they’re a keeper

can’t keep up I need a breather

too much lies in people’s nature

yet i’m still a giver....not a taker

surrounded by fakers....mostly haters

but I don’t want them to change me

don’t want to lose my patience

but they keep me pacing keep me chasing

for them it’s like vacation

the game is what they never stop playing

until it’s anger....they say i’m danger

just cause I let all of the hurt out later

let them get away with almost murder

but they somehow paint you as the traitor

talking but the actions never match words

they just want to be seen and heard

but what they stand for is absurd

incapable of speaking one positive word

the downfall of others is what’s preferred

they look for scraps just like the birds

can’t deal with it any longer

tore my way through too many thorns

but the tearing is what made me stronger