That poem is not funny

You're just laughing about those words

That describe my feelings, when I am hurt



But I just couldn't resist

to show you those lines

I just gave you a diamond

and you act like that's a crime



And I just got down in my soul

down on my knees

Give my permission to bleed



That look on your face makes it all clear

that my fear is not worth the tears



You have permission to go and die on the

streets where I find the words to ease my

mind that bleeds



I curse the damned who just laugh in you face

Give me permission to rearrange

Just laugh in your face



Drawing blood from people

People that are in pain

I never tried to gain the soul from the fraim