Eminem - Beautiful -

"I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I don't know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent".... Eminem "Beautiful"

Heard this song and felt like writing.
I pick up my pen and bleed these bars....

As I sit here upon the morning dew filled grass
watching the sun rise out of the corner of my eye
giving warmth to the small of my back
You were --that same warm feeling that I’m filled with
and I smile
let out a soft chuckle
remembering that moment when you whispered air into my
hesitant ear lobes
heat waves spread through my blood
creating this same feeling of sun on my back
penetrated my soul
causing a fear of overload
I pull away
and run to the shade
where I seek the comfort of the darkness
the area of grey were maybe my flaws will blend in
maybe you wont see that the heat is overwhelming me
drawing me closer while pushing me farther away from you
You see this warmth is making me want to find a place to hide
so no one can hear or see the scars left from the tears I’ve cried
I could curl up into the fetal position
hold myself so tight that my arms break
from the strain on them
my legs cave into my chest cavity
from the pressure on them
I need to find a place to runaway to
barefoot and naked roaming without a purpose
where there is no actual existence of time
I need that grey place to be a place to clear my mind
where you cant love me or hate
haunt me or chase me
I need to find a place to stop these images from forming
or manifesting
I need to find a peaceful existence
away from violence and hate
from the drama and the stress
where there is only my love for self suffocating me
keeping me safe from harms brutal beatings
upon my tattered flesh and bruised soul
Ill share my fear only with closed eyes
for this small moment of heat to subside
I'd give you my shoes to let you try on for size
see if you can handle this twisted soul full of heart-felt lies
welcome you into
this odd comforting sensation that is one big emotional confusion
and it feels more like a delusion
in my heart than in my mind
like that first time you open your eyes in the morning
realizing that you have been blessed with another day
after a night of blissful sleep
yet, I only lay limp limbs upon limbs
onto these empty sheets
and try to rest my soul down to sleep
but I always seem to inhale
the smell of you that lingers behind
reminding me of why I avoid sleep
and why I avoid the sun
you see I wish I could stay here on these common grounds
sharing these common notions
of love potions
and never-ending stories
but I'd much rather hide in my safe place of grey
in the shade
where I blend in and nothing touches
me but the morning breeze and God's hands.
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I need to find a place to hide.
where nothing touches me but the morning breeze and God's hands.


"But you have to walk a thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes"