There Are Many Like You

I think if I had a chance
I would go back in time
Before they threw you down the stairs
Before you were force fed mud
Before you lost your soul in the desert I would go back in time and I would hold you
love you
wipe your cheek
and tell you it was all temporary

It was all worth it.
You survived and it was for something.

It wasn't for being misunderstood.
It wasn't for the grand prize of being empty.

It was for love, and for you and for me only
for the things no one else gets to see
for the funny questions in the dark
I love you honey, I love you so much

I wish I could have kept you safer then when
we didn't have an option but to go along.

It is hard to care for yourself when all the care you've received after taking your first breath seems more like punishment.

When the structures around you don't feel so safe
And everything reminds you of that empty fucking room

There's a crucifix on the wall but there's no God here
He died in the Mexican desert, under helicopter lights, cracked, parched and hollow.

I'm so tired of seeing scorpions, I'm so tired of seeing snakes

Do we really have to leave, can't we head home?
I know home was liquor and bruises, but even that seems better than a country where you could die on the street and people
would just step over you.

Put you in a pile of others, so you don't get in the way of rush hour.

I love you little one I love you.
Hope someone held you while you barfed today.
Hope you didn't fall asleep alone.