See me the way I see you.
See me so I know at least something is true.
Because I'm tired of the lies.
And I'm tired of her eyes.
They pierce me and make me want to cry.
To drown out my emotion and maybe truly feel nothing.
I want to look in the mirror and see,
An empty motionless body.
Looking at me.
I'm already a ghost.
Just covered in decaying flesh.
I'm melting
My limbs are crawling
My heart,
What heart?
You've let me down again.
Seems like lyfe hates me,
To the bitter end...