I hate this.
I hate the way I hide,
the way I shy away from
...
things I've done.
I hate that i don't have a secret
except for the one that
makes me bleed.
No one knows that secret.
and you may ask why.
But I couldn't tell you.
No one knows that secret.
To be honest, I hope they never will.
I don't need a knife to bleed,
or pain to make me hurt.
Simply
the thought
knowing,
that I cannot break these chains.
They lied to me, they said that
they would never be for me.
Ha.
I suppose that's
all
my stubborn streak
ever gives me.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 5:53 PM UTC
I hate this.
I hate the way I hide,
the way I shy away from
...
things I've done.
I hate that i don't have a secret
except for the one that
makes me bleed.
No one knows that secret.
and you may ask why.
But I couldn't tell you.
No one knows that secret.
To be honest, I hope they never will.
I don't need a knife to bleed,
or pain to make me hurt.
Simply
the thought
knowing,
that I cannot break these chains.
They lied to me, they said that
they would never be for me.
Ha.
I suppose that's
all
my stubborn streak
ever gives me.
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