The bleeding mess of heart sores,
That you have scratched right in,
Beads of sweat from my pores,
Scared to take a swim.
To swim into your shadow,
To get face to face,
I remember all the woe,
You’re a bastard, a disgrace…
Why don’t you just listen for once instead of scream?
Your eyes they used to glisten, but now only look mean…
And still you think you own me,
You shove and push me around,
You shout, “It’s you, can’t you see?â€
I don’t even whisper a sound…
Because at times I believe you,
My chest felt like it was sinking,
“Is what he says, true?â€
Then I begin thinking…
“Crazy- I can understand,
Annoying- I just think about you a lot,
Stalker- I just wanted to hold your hand,
Depressing- when you’re gone I loose the plot…â€
I was meant to be alone,
I knew that this would happen,
But from this I’ve grown,
Never ever will I love again…
