Maybe someday I’ll stop crying.
Maybe someday I’ll stop breathing.
Maybe someday I’ll stop feeling pain but until then this is where my life lies.
I am with a guy who tends to lie and hide.
Who thinks ******* is an okay type of thing.
When he happens to be with me.

I am not okay with this.
I have broke his phone. Slapped his back.
I yell and I scream. I break things and make my own self bleed.

You don't understand and you sure as hell can't see.
How much you are hurting me.
Its me against the world of beautiful women.

You are never going to stop.
I keep asking you please but you keep pushing me away like I am a ******* disease. We fight about this all the time.
I don't know why and us still exists.

I am tired of crying and wondering why.
Is it because I can't satisfy?
Is something wrong with me?
Am I just not enough?
Please just tell me. I wanna be done with this stuff.
It’s me against the world of beautiful women.

I hate feeling this pain. It never goes away.
Wondering ever move you do.
Not believing a word of truth.
You have lied to me one too many times.

You see me cry. You see me angry.
You have the guts to ask me why?
After you just watched over 60 videos
of ******* and told me another ******* lie.

**** I just want to die.
Then I won’t have to deal with these unforgivable lies.
I hate *******.
I hate how it is more important to you.
Then I will ever be and until that changes.
I am here to say good-bye.

It is me against the world of beautiful women
and in the end I am losing.

she wrings the morning
from her paint soaked dress, dreaming
dragonflies hover
becoming sunlight dancing
vast, her fields of flowers bloom