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I'm like water
I get used
Then ****** down the drain
Forgotten
Unwanted
Why are we leaving?
Why are we scattering?
Why are we screaming?
Why is there blood?
Whats going on?
To be happy feels fake
It feels like a fake emotion
Like it doesn't exist
All I feel is hurt
Frustration
Confusion
People with happy lives
Are just covering the hurt up
With a mask
Behind that mask
Is hurt and disgrace
My dear, the flowers have died
Withered away
All is left is hurt and death
Every happy story comes to a bitter end
I'm very upset
As I stand on this highway,
Thinking about the things you did.
The fact that you threw me away,
Makes me wonder. Do I have to bid?
It makes me feel like I'm just a toy.
That's worthless, a piece of trash.
This was all a part of the ploy,
A ploy to make me crash.
I'm so alone,
With the smell of your cologne.
Tattoos
     Of the soul.
Stains
     Left behind by you. The
Words
     ******* my heart,
Don't you see?
     Words are tattoos,
Can you tell?
     Your words hurt.
They roll off
     Your tongue
Like nothing
     Was even said.
Tattoos
     Of your words on my
Heart.
     That's breaking for
You.
     Hurting me with every
Syllable,
     Slipping from your
Tongue.
     It's a slow ******.
Your lips
     Are poison. The
Soft
     Words that came through them.
Left
     Me speechless with hurt.
You
     still mutter them.
The
     Sweet words you
Speak
     They're lies. I can
Tell
     By the look in your
Eye.
     Wanting things out of
Me.
     You're hurting me,
Stop.
You
You
Vivid hallucinations,
cause a severe depression.
Hearing the terrified screams,
in my head as I sit here in silence
What a internal sabotage.
I’m going to buckle.

That disgusting buckle,
with terrible hallucinations.
This is your sabotage,
you are my depression.
I’m done sitting in silence,
it’s my turn to scream.
You left me here to die,
There isn't any other explanation.
You killed yourself and you
Left me here.
What the **** were you thinking?
I'm never going to forgive you for
This. Now I have to die without you.
It's going to be earlier than you think.

— The End —