Breathe in, breathe out
the pain is all the same.
Faith stained, i'm not the same
Yet people choose to believe in me.
Why?
Meaner, Darker
Could care less about the feelings.
You let the past get in the way,
critique for the way I recover.
So?
Am i void and empty?
Simply because i'm not pretty inside
have I disappointed your old reflection?
I'm actually good. I can't help it if you're tilted.
Before.
bright and bold, Loved by everybody.
Made mistakes that penetrated deep
but now standing before you
redesign, a newer model.
Cold.
Me. You. It's still the same
Hard times, times are troubled
Shield themselves to save the truth
Run. Gun.
Metaphorically.
Strong and confident, in and out
Bare and hallow leaves a mark
With every breath I still hurt
don't toy with it.
I'm done.

my womb
dusted
that's
all
we
kept
?


















...
..
.

You left me here.
In this asylum of creativity.
Now you get to see.
My archive of insensitivity.

The world's more simple.
When you color it black.
Hook please.
I could never take you back.

I never wanted this.
But you extracted it forth.
The truth in the lines.
The best thing you ever gave or taught.

To be with me she.
Cheated the love she had grown.
In the end she chose.
Me and her love she had thrown.

You lied to everyone.
Everyone but me.
At least I thought so.
But it just remained to be seen.

When nothing adds up.
What do you believe?
Do you wait it out?
Or just get up and leave.