I know I could come up with better poetic lies,
but I'm turnt up on sins,
and
I love you

your demons still haunt me,
they show up in my sleep

creeping into my mind at night to remind me of your existence

you send them so you can still possess a side of me

they replay all the **** you did,

and whisper (laugh),
“you can never get rid of me darling”

you truly are the devil, aren’t you?

so full of life she was,
naive to the dangers around her,

innocence looked so good on her,
until...well, until she met you

you ****** her of that innocence,
and when you left, you took that part of her with you

now you’ve left her numb,
fully exposed to the dangers of the world

she yearns to feel that innocence once again,

and she hopes one day to be that girl who was once naive and so full of life

on lonely nights, she misses you
because you fill the void that is deep inside of her

I gave you my all;
in return you gave me shame.
What did I expect from someone who only understands pain?

Your soul is dark and twisted.
Touched by the devil itself.

Your darkness goes beyond those charming brown eyes.
And beyond that beautiful smile which only tells lies.

I'm scarred.
But you don't care,
you never will.

"You gave me the best years of my life", he says.

"You gave me the worst".

what if I love you a little too much,
as if I never knew the pain of loving someone

The thing about depression is that it collapses time,

You find your days blending together to create one endless and suffocating loop,

So you find yourself trying to remember the things that made you happy

But slowly, your brain begins to erase every moment that ever brought you joy

And eventually, all you can think about is how life has always been this way,

And will only continue to be this way