Feb 2015
Sarcastic lies roll of my tongue.
The words are not sweet.
They're painful.
I love it.
I still see those eyes and wonder why.
Do you honestly regret me?
I regret myself.
Whatever.
I act the way I do to prove myself to you.
Prove I'm not weak and helpless.
I should be proud of myself.
Yet I feel the opposite.
My mind's metamorphosis, I was new.
Left my old life due to all the sadness.
I've tried cutting off bad branches.
Turns out it was all along.
I'm not asking for forgiveness, that's gone
Instead let's try to make a new life.
No more complaining about it.
You and I, let's be happy.
The words are not sweet.
They're painful.
I love it.
I still see those eyes and wonder why.
Do you honestly regret me?
I regret myself.
Whatever.
I act the way I do to prove myself to you.
Prove I'm not weak and helpless.
I should be proud of myself.
Yet I feel the opposite.
My mind's metamorphosis, I was new.
Left my old life due to all the sadness.
I've tried cutting off bad branches.
Turns out it was all along.
I'm not asking for forgiveness, that's gone
Instead let's try to make a new life.
No more complaining about it.
You and I, let's be happy.
For the past few months, I've been trying to start a new way of life. I've been trying to cut away all the things and people who made me feel **** about myself and others. I thought I would be happy again. Well, I was happy. Then I felt like I was missing something. Turns out I miss what destroys me. I've been happier, and I feel like I shouldn't be.
