Thank Plath

Spending a life trying to run from nothing Doesn't amount to anything worthy I realize that I've run from nothing For so long, I can't feel my feet The show is done, poets die young, that's just a fact Thank Plath I'm a bad one Tough to fight your way out the muck When both legs are stuck, they'll say, best of luck Remembering times when it all felt so simple As I'm talking to another young widow Friends lived life fast, left them single You don't got a lot left here, Francisco Born into violence, strange how we hardly realized it Those ways that abuse kept us silent Wings clipped as kids still tried to fly from it Couldn't even flap our way out of the pits Wonder how Pops is still living Remember his body was bone skinny Shivering from crack rock, and handcuffs Cops put him in Black eyes, infinitely reflecting off of the abyss Back then, he too broke the law Fucked raw, gambled, and lost Swam through oceans of vodka Shot up in Vietnam Hidden in camouflage Somehow even he survived it all Why am I sitting in your bedroom, shaking on his rough paw Staring at the wrinkles 'round the jaw of an old dog Watching as he fights an unbearable urge to bawl Because he's still here and you're gone Spending a lot trying to run from nothing Doesn't amount to anything worthy Growing so tired of all this running Wondering when I'll feel some relief There is no way for us to hide from this Facing the fact that we still exist When friends are dead or in prison At times we feel guilt for living Basking in grief, barely noticed it was blanketing me Been a solid seven years of navigating these seas Heavy waves shaking us from mania into depression Reached a point where I don't recognize what normalcy means Numb when I see more body bags adding up One by one, dominoes tumbling in a rush While I'm succumbing to patterns that only add to my madness Trying to flee from a labyrinth of anxiety and sadness Never had a good excuse I've been crippled by the system and trauma like you Don't got a lot of good advice Truth is, I don't even have a clue how I survived It has been a foggy road Call it privilege or sad fat luck, I don't know Feel grateful for so much though Grateful for the highs and the lows Any time that we shared in the pain of this growth Hurt so much to watch you go Hurt so much to watch you go It has taken its toll but it's made me whole Hurt so much to watch you go It has taken its toll but it's made me whole And built me up into this individual There would be no Francisco without the broken bones