November 19, 2010
The Red Pen
And this is what I'm like when there's nothing left, my friends are foes, and my love is dead. The circumstances progressed to the point of no return. I'm flying by night, fucking burn burn burn. There is no emotion for me to express because the only emotion is the emotion of death. Most don't understand, and they treat me less well. I don't care for myself, I ignore my health. Because of the lies that you let me believe, I don't want to die, I just want to grieve. Your face doesn't elicit a response anymore 'cause I gave you my all and now I'm left poor. There will be no easy way out of this, not as long as you're there and I can still feel your kiss. I let my head get hurt and my heart get obliderated. Why you're worth it is unknown, why I do this isn't real. You've been forgiven, I don't care anymore, I just want some sleep so I won't think about more.
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