It's been a night of confessions and words
That leave me gasping for a breath in a dark room
As old lovers pronounce their undying love
And others admit that they cheated on me, as I assumed.
The one person I could turn to for this
Is fast asleep, though tomorrow I am sure
I will collapse in front of her just as I do now,
Begging for advice, begging for it to all go away.
I wasn't built tough, I was never that strong,
And now, as people toy with whatever emotion I have left,
I don't need my razor; the cuts that are their words
Bleed me more than it ever dreamed of doing.
No, I am not okay and I cannot admit it to anyone,
So I slip under my cold covers and bury myself
In the hopes that I can escape from it all
Until the next morning; my heart laying shattered beside me.
I am no warrior, I only wish to be.
I am no savior, I cannot save myself.
I am not strong, I break under their words.
I lost a chunk of myself tonight,
They distribute it amongst themselves
As I clutch my torso, attempting to hold myself together
As I fall to blood and tear stained pieces.
