The Hill I Died On

This is the hill I will die on.

It's staying away from my mom.

From her anger and shame

From all of her blame

it's staying away from my mom.

Yet, some how you don't believe me.

Why would I make this up?

I wanted a mother too.

Do you know how much it took to give up?

To sit and wait on a mountain.

Alone, and unwanted.

Asking for a plate

or a silver stake

or maybe

just...

a crumb

Do you know what it's like on that mountain?

Watching the world rise

and knowing you'd never go there

cause you already died inside.

To turn around

and touch the ground

to see a world

where you don't want to be

to just stop

and sit down.

Do you know what it's like to live there?

A place

void of hope

Where there's mountain's high,

that touch the sky!

Only,

it's joke.

You sit there and choke.

You choke on your misery

You choke on your dreams

as they slide down

onto the ground

where they never will be seen.

This is the hill I will die on.

This is how I will live.

With hate inside, with will I defy,

Hoping I'll

finally,

be free.