Savior Complex

I often feel like a small child wearing a tall trench coat

Trudging through the snow

Its waist deep and it blinds me

Covers me so lightly

And swallows me whole

This tall trench coat won’t keep me warm 

and it slips off my skin sometimes 

I don’t wanna think too hard about anything at all

It’s so easy to pretend that I’m fine

Its time for me to go to the place where children die

Where grown adults with scary faces teach their kids to comply

Its not fair for me to hate you for preparing me for this life

But sometimes I wish that children didn’t have to die 

I’ll save us from this place

I’ll help you turn away now

Shivering in my embrace

Your poor thing, you little thing

Your mind is so frail and shaken, I feel your pain

You hate it when they laugh and mock you, I’ll turn you away now

You writhe in agony of having spilled out your guts on a page that they tore away,

Ripped from your mother’s womb, too early I will assume, 

You’re abused and used and mistreated and removed

The infectious disease I call a mind that is at capacity,

This isn’t chastity,

You’re alive, you’re alive and I’m here, and it’s alright

May your mother hold you tight, tuck you in every night

May she provide, may she provide, I promise you that you’re alright,

You’re alright, you’re alright, you’re alright…