Here I am amidst all the chaos and confusion
While the brisk wind stings my flesh just hoping this nightmare is an illusion
You need me to trust the person you showed me
Keeping me in the dark in the room wondering why I'm always depressed and feel unworthy for you
Still you slither like a serpent
Always surrounded by dread and gloom
no more tears no more time for this ******* my heart does not need to be saved it makes me sick just thinking of you and your calculated moves
To you I must seem too naive
For you have no character and your soul is concave
Another day has passed yet still unable to shut you out and lock the door
Would love to spit in your face to degrade you and make you see how it feels but its such a waste of time.
For you will never be worth it