What I Know.

i know everything i do. i know i really don't have a clue. i know i would rather learn life with you, and quit school. i know i would rather let it all out. i know i wish i could just scream, i wish i could just shout. with my bright eyes choked dim and my chapped-lip pout, wondering what life is all about and trying not to. i know now it's coming back, every night before i hit the sack. and i know understanding i will always lack, and try to understand. i know i try to take a stand. i know i cry over hardships and our lives- so bland. i know you really try to be a man, and you just can't. i know nothing we want barely ever works. i know my heart shakes and bursts. i know that my brain fucking hurts. i know that life is a blessing as well as a curse. i know i'll never have enough money in my purse. i know that i feel trapped; trapped like a god damn rat. i know that we are all cracked. i know by reality we've all been smacked. i know there's a reason we all like black. i know we all do drugs. i know we're all on drugs. i know it makes us all feel the love. i know i love yours kisses and i love your hugs. i know we don't really need the drugs. but most of all i know there comes a time when we all do stupid and crazy shit and want to die. i know how it is to want to commit suicide. i know it sucks to be shy. i know how it is to not see a light and sigh. i know how it is to feel like there's no escape accept to say goodbye. i know it lessens the pain to get high. i know i can still see it in my eyes. i know that it's something no one can really hide. and i know first hand, it's better to be alive. love michelle.