Isn't it just so funny,
how people can just,
leave your life,
and come back as if nothing happened?

How they used you,
tricked you,
and tore you apart,
but still came back for more?

They go full,
and come back hungry for more.

Hungry snakes,
seething for an ounce of pain,
fueling themselves with the suffering of yours.

If you leave,
don't come back.

If you leave,
don't come back.

If you leave,
don't you dare come back.

Because my life has been pried and shredded open,
by the greedy hands of theirs.
Rips and tears running along my skin,
making everything ache and smart.

But I can't do anything about it,
my bandages and ointments no longer work,
makeup won't hide those gaping holes,
and stitches no longer held another together.

So when you leave,
do not come back.

You have created a throne,
made of paper and glass,
of lies and diluted facts.
So sturdy on the outside,
but still so fragile on the inside.

Your crown,
was it made of glass too?
Or is that merely,
a trick of the eyes?

You rule over a world,
that prays for your downfall,
undermining your work,
and sneering down at your lows.
Waiting for the moment,
that your paper throne falls.

When will they decide,
to stop waiting?
When will they decide,
to come for the head,
that the glass crown rests on?

What will you do?
You are nothing,
but a boy king,
a child majesty.

They will come for your blood,
for your throne,
for your crown.

But do not worry.

You will not have to wait for long.

After all,
papaer is only so strong,
and glass so sturdy.