These Pages

by Seb Astill

Upon these pages I can spill my blood.

Open my heart and release the flood.

All this hate cannot stay bottled.

All this pain. All this sorrow.

Upon these pages I can share my ruth.

No false smiles. I wont hide the truth.

I hate myself more than I hate those clowns.

I want to feel alive and not want to drown.

Upon these pages I can be myself.

And tell the world how I hate myself.

Drowning in sorrow I hate this life.

I hate you. I hate them. fuck this life!

Upon these pages I can beg for your help.

Ask for your hand. I do not want this hell.

Please just help me take some of it back.

The part of my life I forget I had.

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