your heart is burning
with lies you told me
my tongue is twisted
from those words you
feed to me
your lies, your lies, your unforgiving lies
will stay here stained upon
my empty tears
your legacy is marked here
with hurt and brokenness
i sit here with anger, my deadly sin
your lies, your lies, your unforgiving lies
i will confess
what goes around, comes around
and maybe i deserve this
then once again
you promised a second chance
your lies, your lies, your unforgiving lies
i let you
trap me in the hole again
a hole i said i couldn’t believe in
because of you
im back at the ****** beginning
your lies, your lies, your unforgiving lies
you brought me up
just to bring me down
i wish you gone
i wish i never knew thee
this is my sweet farewell
your lies, your lies, your unforgiving

As the days get colder, My heart sinks deeper and deeper into depression.
“Cut Cut Cut” Is the only words the ring through my ears. I want to feel pain other then my throbbing heart.
Love me...
I see my friends happiness, I see them moving on.
As I’m stuck behind in my own sorrow.
Im lost. Ever where I look I cant recognize.
Love me...
When my family looks at me all I see in there eyes is disappointment.... hatred.
I lay In my bed for days, hoping it will turn into the sea and I will drown.
Love me...
..... Please
Just love me...

I shadow boxed my demons
  busted knuckles and bloodied grin
and these hands I cried rivers into
  have all but dried,
I argued every point
  till I was empty inside
a shadow within myself
  but I won't fight a losing battle
just to prove that love does exist
  I learnt to live
and she was the girl
  who learnt to leave.

a crack in her voice
a tremble in her words
a shiver from her body
a tremor from her words
her anger gave her palpitations
her anger brought tears to her eyes
she clenched her jaw
and ****** her fingers

the wall next to her
no longer seems like a wall
it was a punching bag
the blood trickles down her fist
but she doesn't feel the pain
not more than the anger
red hot burning anger

This thumping in my veins is a constant reminder that I'm alive
and, I wonder,
When did that fact start making me sad?
I've stopped wondering when my smiles are and aren't genuine
because I know a broken soul isn't worth grinning about.

I thought I'd be happy, or even sad, about his slow departure from me,
but I still don't feel a thing,
and my impenetrable armor has never made me laugh so much.
It wasn't unexpected.

You're not even leaving
and we're still not daring to breathe,
because it's impossible to look one another in the eyes
when we're too busy staring at the cracked ground.

I've pushed everyone away and it's just a matter of time before the atmosphere breaks and gravity gives up and they're all gone for good.

This life isn't a contest of who wore it best.