How can you say you love me
and hold her in your arms...
Wait!
I cannot find the words...
Don't hold me in your arms
or kiss me on the cheek...
Transfixed with fear of whats to come,
But he will never know...
I will take this razor blade,
And write a story on my wrist...
Like a withered rose I no longer glow
Like a withered rose my pain always shows...
Dear self.
Trust me...
How do you look so sweet
And speak like an angel...
I watch
Your happy little life...
You want her
you cry and tell me she means the world to you...
Why not rip out my heart
replace it with something more practical...
She finally saw the truth
Right in front of her eyes...