Trust

How could i expect love or trust

the people here are lost

we live with holes in our hearts

blood in our mouths

how could you have done that to them

they were your children

raped and beaten

do you still wear that hard on?

these are good days anyway

i just feel so much rage

but we have each other

and i will hold you and hold you

until your tears stop

until the past gets buried again

i talk so much shit

stay positive, stay positive

i'm feeling f**king negative

when all my anger builds up

when i imagine what it looked like

when they bled

you f**ked up my friends

we come to this place this age

with hearts that are welted and bleeding

somehow you have to take back

those years and your fear

from the people who hurt you

i am not your father

not your rapist

not like the past

i am not the ones who left

but still you regard me

with that hint of unease

will there ever be trust

the people i know

have grown strong with beatings

i'm feeling like our strength

could be our greatest weakness

i'm trying to prove

someone can love you

i'm trying to stand by your side