You don't see me dying,
and the part that kills me the most,
is that if you do,
you don't care enough
to try and save me.
So consumed by your selfish needs.
You don't even see you're tearing me apart.
You do this every time
and I can't take it anymore.
But I'm not fooling anyone.
I can't let go..
I remember times I couldn't bare to be apart.
Now far away is the only time I'm myself.
God I'm trying,
but I'm falling weak.
and you don't feel the need to stand up for me
when I have fallen down.
You say it all the time.
Every night and everyday.
"I love you."
These words that made me soar,
Now make me die a little every time.
Each and every touch
Like a deep slow slit across my heart.
And I am drowning in the hurt
pouring from the vein.
Please, oh please
spare me another fake apology.
I can't take it.
I really can't.
I need sincerity and a true difference.
I thought I might receive But now I see.
I won't get that here.
Not from this.. Not from you.
You use my love as your weapon
to drag me slowly into misery.
And I'm just waiting for the final blow.
My mind be a world.
Who's streets are cracked and broken.
walls, and all in between are crumbling.
There isn't any rain,
for I can not cry anymore.
Your cruel intentions,
a blazing fire.
To ignite my world;
then burn it till the end.
Burning and burning.
Flickering out into a spark.
The fire has settled
but hasn't left much.
What is left of me?
A burnt town of debris.
An abandoned hope rises into the streets.
Causing a distant whisper in the wind,
"Is there a soul to breathe life back into this shattered hell of a place?"
I shall keep this patience.
Until someone can take my hurt away.
May it be soon,
or days turn to eternity.
The most sad,
pathetic part is that I still long for it to be you
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
How do I let this go?
Why is this pain the only thing the fire wouldn't melt away?
Swallow these feelings deep within?
Scream them in your face?
It wouldn't even make a difference.
I'm done trying to make you see.
I'm trying, God I'm trying to break free.
Release my heart from this death grip.
I was warned but didn't heed.
Now I find myself in this sea of despair.
What can I do without you here?
Exactly what I've done all along.
For I have always been alone.
I rest my head against that broken street.
Lying there, just lying there.
I'm trying, God I'm trying to feel again.
But there is nothing there.
A sharp pain disturbs this numbing.
I am blinded by this.
My eyes begin to focus
but all I can see is that broken street.
Yet, I can not see my body there any longer.
Am I alive?
Have I finally take the last shot?
Or am I simply caught in between.
In a state we call heartbreak?