He looks at me and smiles, dangerous.
His lies hidden but the devil-may-care.
I put on a brave face, seems courageous.
But everyday lived is full of despair
And now my bones become weak and fragile
Left to rot. I fight my own battle.
It's empty inside, hiding in the dark
Unable to control my thoughts, I'm insane.
I see him and my body struggles to
Respond. I forget how to process words
His love was the sweetest sin, nothing new.
My heart feels as if it's picked at by birds.
Tortured memories haunt my cold shadow.
Hurtful words never run out of ammo
He was my trigger. It's a ****** mess.
They're gonna take me to Mental Health Service.