Some are easy to love,
I'm just easy to leave,
Easy to forget,
As though I don't exist.
I keep holding on,
As hope pulls away,
Burning my hands like rope,
Failing against the pain.
I'm drained from this battle,
I was never worth the fight.
When they walk away
They ask why I don't cry.
My heart bleeding in my throat,
A fist clenched in my gut,
A cigarette to my lips,
I'm so tired of being burnt.
The story always changes
but never my ending.
Left alone with the fragments
of a shattered, glass heart.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Some are easy to love,
I'm just easy to leave,
Easy to forget,
As though I don't exist.
I keep holding on,
As hope pulls away,
Burning my hands like rope,
Failing against the pain.
I'm drained from this battle,
I was never worth the fight.
When they walk away
They ask why I don't cry.
My heart bleeding in my throat,
A fist clenched in my gut,
A cigarette to my lips,
I'm so tired of being burnt.
The story always changes
but never my ending.
Left alone with the fragments
of a shattered, glass heart.
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