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Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this mental breakdown house

Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this I can hate you more estate

Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this micromanagement apartment

Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this puppet show palace
I'm breaking down.

I only hate myself now.

I can't control anything anymore.

I'm a puppet with broken strings.


Someone please help me.
Time is a very, very scary concept.
We can only live for how long it wishes to breathe in our veins.
xo
Didn't your mother ever tell you
It's not nice to break someone
Who's already broken


Didn't your mother ever tell you
Not to make promises
You can't keep


Didn't your mother ever tell you
Not to publicly humiliate
Girls for loving you
For Mel and myself.
I come to you for help, again, and
I'm left alone and naked in front of the crowd.
Your heart's on fire,
your attributes I admire
I used to be 'factionless' 'til you became my home
and you're beautiful, I wish you knew it..
Fight even when you're wounded,
Do what it takes to push you through this

And when we hug don't let go,
Not until I can hear your thoughts
I wish I could make things better,
but all I know is how to string some words together
.. Don't let hope go, not during this war,
No, fight even when you're wounded,
Use your Courage as your sword.
Written for a very good friend..

(Yes there are Divergent and Hunger Games vibes)
If I haven't posted in a while don't think of me as gone. I remain here waiting for my inspiration to hit me in the form of a freight train. And if my inspiration never comes; dear Juliet, I still love you.
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