Ant Smith

Mental Health

I'm laying down some roots

I've been leaving dusty tracks down far too many ancient streets

I've spent my life a growling at people that I sometimes meet

If I give them chance to hate, hate the man I seem to be

Then I won't have to reconcile I've been damaged for awhile

Hatred of the self

Is a poison everyday

The trouble with abuse is

It never goes away

I've been blowing in the wind and tossing on the frothing sea

I've been treating people like, people were just plates of meat

Treat them like my punching bag, it's no wonder they won't play

I don't have to care about, the rules of the crying game

Hatred of the self

Is a poison everyday

The trouble with abuse is

It never goes away

I'd never felt a pair of arms wrapped so tightly around me

Never felt a golden heart soothe me with its soothing beat

Never understood that love, love was more than just a pain

Hope to god that I get to, a nirvana once again

Hatred of the self

Is a poison everyday

The trouble with abuse is

It never goes away

I'm laying down some roots it seems, acting like I'm normal

Trying not to self abuse, or reflect that upon you

It's almost like my steely cage wants to melt, to melt away

It's almost like I want to say, I've got friends and that's okay

Hatred of the self

It seems can dissipate

That trouble with abuse is

All my yesterdays

It's almost like I want to say, I've got friends and that's okay


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