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all i wanna be is taken
broken on the altar
staring at your light
free from the pain of this form
it hurts so softly
lifted off my feet
i know what comes next
and i want it
tired of the same **** problems
i just wanna be yours
fix me like i can't manage for myself
i won't fight your cure
the power to manifest
has really messed
with my ability
to trust myself
like is this a game
was that a test
or am i reading too deep
like an idiot
are you really real
or are you just the best
thing my brain could muster up
in a fit of rest
do i want too much
or am i trying too hard
what do i deserve
or am i already too scarred
i'm trying to do what's right
and become what's good
even though that's hard
and i'm too good
at pretending ****'s fine
when it's absolutely not
just three of us in this room
my regrets my hope and my thoughts
no one has to know
because it's all inside my head
you'll never look to me
or wake up in my bed
i know all that waits for me
is solitude and dread
i know if i say anything
it'll be followed by regret
even then
nonetheless
you fill my thoughts
like mercury and lead
the weight of you
comes to a rest
and settles in my heart
just to be trapped inside my chest
you take a sledgehammer
to my fragile reality
and shatter it
so you can feel a bit better

you know what i'm going through
but you think you know me better
than i do
and you put your feelings on me

now i'm responsible
for both of our happiness
knowing very well
it'll be a massive disappointment down the road

you push until i beg you to stop
do not enter signs but you still knock
i say i'm uncomfortable but you tell me i'm not
you only hear what you want
you only help yourself
you ignore anything that doesn't fit your reality
and you expect me to be your ideal

you truly think anything is possible
mental gymnastics
going through hoops
to get nowhere really fast
keep asking for a pic
but the idea makes me sick
it's enough that i exist
oh but you insist
i'm trying to explain
why but in a way
where i don't have to say
what's actually the case
what's actually under my skin
as the dysmorphia sinks in
i'm inside myself again
and you just see your friend
you just want the easy
going person you think
i am but you haven't seen
both sides of my dichotomy
if you feel like you're being lied to
know you lied to me first
by saying that you loved me
when you only liked her
the version of me
that is easy to be around
be glad i didn't believe you
or it'd be too late to take it back now
part of me wants to feel sorry
for not being who you 'needed'
but i never lied about how i am
you just refused to see it
and when you did
you blamed me for changing
like i was wrong for being somebody else
than the person you daydreamed
i disgust you now
and that hurts more than you know
i never forgot who i was
but deep down it's still a blow
i could never be her
and it's ruining my life
i never fully trusted you
and this is exactly why
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