Am I just some play thing that you tear to pieces? Would you care if you hurt me all over again? What if I hurt you again?
I bet you'd care then. If I broke your heart into a million little pieces, Then you'd notice. I'm not alway the perfect little angel. I don't intend to be, ever.
You've got to get that notion out of your head. I've been lied to, and decieved so many times, I don't have enough fingers and toes to count them.
Everday its something new. But all at once I wish I could just disappear. Forever into a black void, That everyone so carelessly seems to put me in.
Once more I wish that the tears and the pain would stop. I don't want to feel anymore. No more crying in the middle of the night, Because I can't take the world anymore.
I'm done reaching out for a hand to help me up. My bones are so weary that I don't have the strength to stand again. The flesh hangs from my frame and I don't look like myself. I hate what I've become.
All I want to do is end it all. No one will let me. Everytime I bring it up they look at me with such disgust. I want it to be over.
Beautiful Disasterpieces · Sun Feb 05, 2006 @ 09:12pm · 0 Comments |