Sure
Go ahead
Trample all over me
Do whatever the hell you want
Its fine
Really
Its not like I matter
Or have feelings anyway

I was all edges and jaded eyes
Long before
you met me, with sweet smiles
- all teeth
My laugh gets louder
I get taller
But I was only edges
Before you met me

I'm sorry but I think
You would've liked me
Before when I was innocent,
always straightforward

Than this twisted
Hardened joke I've become.

You need to go.
Before I become too dependent
You have to go.

let me be your laugh when you thought you could only scream

you wage a war against yourself,
because,
you only see what you want to of yourself.

people notice the change in you,
but,
they trick themselves to believe it's not true.

each day is a battle without gain,
and,
your mind is clouded with constant rain.

your light slowly starts to dim,
and,
you forget how to light it again.

you begin to lose the war,
and see no reason to fight anymore,
but all you need is one win,
to bring all this sadness to an end.

but sadly,
you lose again.

-a.r