people think a lot, about me,
amuses yet destroys me.

you see my smile?
mm, not real.
it's a lie.
this is how I feel:

torn apart at the seams,
you can't help me,
permanently ****** up,
like the scars i bear.

my body looks good to you,
but it's disgusting to me,
fat, unattractive, hideous,
perfect is something,
that i will never be.

bruised, yes i am.
damaged? yes, madam.
broken, indeed.
worthless, yeah.
i should be dead.

tell me...

would you love me if i said
''shoot me with your gun,
make me hurt real bad''?

would you touch me,
if my scars were on display?
would you hold me,
and protect me?
would you?
because if you had scars,
i'd kiss them and you,
because you're my darling,
you're my boo, sweet you.

if i was the worst,
would you wait,
until the day,
i gave you,
my very best?

would you take a test?
to prove your love to me,
and set all of my thoughts,
and my doubt at ease?

would you prove to me,
that you're not like the rest,
that you wouldn't just leave,
because of a petty argument,
or a stupid disagreement?

would you stand by my side,
even if i was a mess?
if so, would you marry me?
please my love, say yes.

we're in this bitter battle
of broken feelings
that were only
trouble

i gave my life just
to see it burn
down to the ground
like a rotten house

honestly a matter of time
until i crumble and fall down
like a house of cards
i am unstable
because you are
what i call a devil
you're so cold
heart covered
in thick ice
how can you
breathe?

i still cannot believe
that we were once
on the same path

we had it all
but you let it
burn down
down, down
now my heart is frozen
from all the emptiness
broke me with time
perfect precision
like a knife you carve
right down on my heart
on my heart, my heart

i don't know where
or how to heal
from you
will I ever
pull through?

the oxygen
is very limited
vecause of you

(will i ever pull through?)