vomitting words
that don't really matter

It's raining.
I think of you.
I'm sick.
really sick.
I'm sick of people,
of beings,
of myself.
I'm sick of the bull**,
sick of the lies,
sick of being there,
sick of being alive.
Please fix me.
Complete me.
Love me.
Because I'm sick,
of myself and others.
I'm sick of everyone,
but you.

Make be bleed
over and over
until I'm ******* dry.

Break me,
before I break myself

If I were a flower,
you'd be the ground
and I'd pierce your skin,
to find what makes me live.

But boys are never the ones
we see as fragile flowers,
and if I keep hurting you,
it's because I couldn't live without,
the light of your presence

Once again,
I discover
I can't trust you.
Oh, it's not a surprise,
But it hurts everytime.
Darling can't you see
I can't forgive you anymore?

I get bad days,
when knives seem soft,
and roses dissapear.

Take me to your garden,
tell me all your troubles,
because they're all nice and simple,
they make me forget mine.

Take me to your garden,
Cut me with your thorns,
So I can see some colour,
and forget the emptiness I feel.

Take me to your garden,
let me die there,
because I'd rather fade away,
than face the outside world.

You and your sweet, sweet lies,

I'll miss your bitter taste.

Everything had a price,

Put your hands on my waist.

  

You and your sweet, sweet smile.

Both' your hands in my hair.

You were so versatile,

Loved you like a nightmare