Words Make Me Immortal

I’m giving up writing and I’m giving up reading.
Just like I’m giving up speaking and I’m giving up breathing.
I’ve reduced my self and I take refuge in the hands of apathy
And the parents are running scared cause they can no longer protect me
And it’s funny, cause they’re scared of myself, they fight daily to protect me from myself
It’s For my own health they say, and they try and take me away
And they can take me anywhere in the world but I’ll still hate theses classrooms
“listen boys and girls!”
Let’s talk about boys, naw let’s talk about girls
Let’s talk about me, cause I’m the most important one in the world
You see, this face is a rock and boy I can make you harder, and crumbling off,
You’ll be the light, that got too close to the moth
I break more hearts then I do pencils.
You listen to this, but this is my gift,
I’m forcing you down like rape victim
And you don’t even notice as I pour the poison in
Imagine, just imagine for sec
What if you had something I want? Do you doubt my words could get it?
You see I don’t say I love you in four letters, I say I love you in paragraphs,
carefully constructed to tug at your heart strings
It’s just a spell though, a deceitful little lie
Cause when I’m 6 feet under, my words will also die.
You’ll look back and see that you never really cared
But something indefinable, something was always there
My letters, my words, and I can tell when you catch the spell
Cause you’re returning my verse, like you showin it off for show and tell.
I’m giving up writing and I’m giving up reading though
Cause it’s been made clear to me, how deep my wounds can go
You struggle cause those physical blows have nothing on you like a girl who takes off her clothes
But my words are like glass the dig down deep, and every step that you take you push it in further
And soon enough your footsteps resemble bloody murder
You don’t even own me, yet you still try to control me
What do you think that I’m stupid?
Isn’t that ruthless? Don’t I deserve the truth from the surface?
Am I even worth this?
Don’t I deserve the risk?
No, cause I don’t even deserve to live.
That’s why I’m giving up speaking and I’m giving up breathing
Because I still feel empty even when I’m eating.
And I know that I could hollow you out like a jack-o-latern
But it’s about time that I crash and burn
About time that I learn for once what’s good on this earth
And maybe one day when they dig up the dirt
They’ll also dig up a chorus or verse
And recite it in their heads or bring loud to the sky
And for that small amount of time, they can be larger then life
They hold the world in the palm of their hand and decide what to do with the living and the dead
Cause maybe one day when they dig up the dirt, they’ll also dig up a verse
And recite it in their hearts or bring it loud to the sky
And know that though I’m 6 feet under, my words will never die.