You took my worth
with you when
should I be mad,
when all you did was
just take back what you gave.
Words meant for you, I told someone else.
When I should be in your arms, I find myself lying some place else.
Sometimes you mean just a little. And sometimes you mean nothing at all.
How foolish of me to think
I would heal.
I tend to forget I've got
holes in my heart.
It can never fill.
He is everything I'll never be; enough and appealing.
And I'm everything that he isn't; broken and entombed. Put away.
But becoming - blooming.
break like glass.
Hearts break like cables;
they bend and they twist.
It hurts a lot before they snap.
I was just trying to save the little that was left of me.
I didn't know.
Putting out the flames, when emotions set you ablaze just turns your heart cold.
You carry my worth
in your eyes.
Like the moon
and the sea, with his tides;
you make me fall.
you make me rise.
We fade on each other's soul,
until we both ran out...
We are just looking at each
I guess you like it when I'm begging.
You thought you'd always have me at your mercy.
Well you should know; even the strongest feelings fade, when taken for granted and ignored.
She drunk his sweet
words like poison;
She knew they would **** her eventually.
She wore his
compliments like bait luring
the demons. She knew they were coming.
Just to know how it feels. "Put dracula in charge of the blood bank"
I broke silence
to keep me from
But a monster was
lurking on the
And there I was;
But it didn't bother me anymore. My heart had become a harbor for ghosts.
They come. But they don't stay. But they also don't really leave.
...and this is what you've taught me; how to love someone deeply, and not want them close.
So this is what you've done. You kept me warm: and now I know to feel the cold.
The light knows me; however, in bits and pieces. The darkness knows me well.
But if you chased my
demons away, what am I
really left with?
Angels don't know what
it's like to be an
To want to speak. And not to know how.
To feel. And not to know what.
To be dead, and breathing; somehow.
Sometimes you can feel the void. The emptiness. You can feel the wind blow through the chambers of your heart. And sometimes, there's a haunting silence; the sound of ghosts of all the people I've ever loved.
"I've got an infinite number of places to go, the problem is where to stay."
Where do all those unexpressed emotions go?
Do they die, or maybe they just wander around inside?
Is my heart a grave yard...Or a town full of words yearning to be heard?
You squeeze all the
love out of me.
Then you leave me
on poles to dry, hanging.
I gave her my heart, but she never cares for it.
It just sits there...
Don't get too close.
I e x p l o d e!
Candles burn out,
You can throw me to the wolves, they won't hurt me. The wolves know my scent. We howl at the moon together.
You can take me to the demons, they don't terrify me. The devil knows my name. We spend nights together.
You can give me up to ghosts so they haunt me. Oh! How they like it; this void in my chest, where my heart used to be.
"Just how dark?" They ask.
"Sometimes I give the devil quite a scare," I reply.
The night is cold. The night is long.
I'm talking to people, but they don't hear me.
'Cause they're all gone.
Just that sometimes it gets really heavy!
Not one of them knows me. They think I'm lost, when I just know many ways.
I have all this inside of me, but to them its just words.
You gave back only a fraction of what I gave. Leaving me to wonder where all the other pieces went.
And I gave you all of me.
Sometimes I ask for nothing but a feeling
Somedays all that I want is to just feel something;
A little worth. A little pain. A little love maybe.
Maybe something I don't know about happened in the past.
Perhaps someone took away my heart.
Or is it just me?
Because everyone I meet makes me feel like I'm just so hard to love.
And now...they find it odd, that I like it so much in the dark.
You loved me like they do in the movies.
Perhaps thats the reason why it ended.
And at some point, you will forget that you forgot.
- then tears start to fall
I have myself to blame.
Every "stop" sign I knocked down is a witness.
I had to stop.
Because what else is left to give, when you give it all you got?
Maybe that's the point of it all.
Maybe we have to fall, and we have to break, until we cannot break anymore.
Its really hard to escape,
When the thing you're running from is yourself.
You hate me..
'cause I'm the one
person you couldn't fool.
Hexes and spells just
don't work on me.
I'm the very
darkness that makes
— The End —