You think you know a person
Because you looked into their eyes
And thought you saw their soul
It was really just my pool of lies
You believed them
My real soul hides behind my eyes
Where no one ever looks
I know
How to paint a picture
of the world you want
To live in
You come inside
I burn it with the colors in my hair
I used to bleed sometimes
The blood is all dried up now
My heart doesn't have a job anymore
It wanted one, so I
Fed it poison to pump
Through my veins
Through my body
Through my mind
Everyone has a story
Everyone wants to tell it
There are some who lock it away
They pretend it doesn't exist until one day it gets so fat from slowly eating their soul that they can't hold it anymore or squeeze it back into the box it was held in and then it it coming up their throat and tears are mixing with blood and with sweat and then finally after so many years and years of this suffocating existence they
Die
And they have peace
Finally
But then there are some
Who give out little pieces of their story
On little pieces of paper
To everyone who walks by
And there's a note on the back of each slip
It says "Love Me"
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
You think you know a person
Because you looked into their eyes
And thought you saw their soul
It was really just my pool of lies
You believed them
My real soul hides behind my eyes
Where no one ever looks
I know
How to paint a picture
of the world you want
To live in
You come inside
I burn it with the colors in my hair
I used to bleed sometimes
The blood is all dried up now
My heart doesn't have a job anymore
It wanted one, so I
Fed it poison to pump
Through my veins
Through my body
Through my mind
Everyone has a story
Everyone wants to tell it
There are some who lock it away
They pretend it doesn't exist until one day it gets so fat from slowly eating their soul that they can't hold it anymore or squeeze it back into the box it was held in and then it it coming up their throat and tears are mixing with blood and with sweat and then finally after so many years and years of this suffocating existence they
Die
And they have peace
Finally
But then there are some
Who give out little pieces of their story
On little pieces of paper
To everyone who walks by
And there's a note on the back of each slip
It says "Love Me"
