Night whispers your name in the dark My soul bleeds sin, leaking grey pools, The sharp blade of guilt pressed against me too tight Carve me atom by atom, chipping away my molecules.
The missing pieces hurt most You should know, you've taken them all My hands tried to heal these gashes The moment before I do I fall.
Not strong enough to stand without stumbling Through skin I can see outlines of each bone Breathing polluted air, lungs poisoned by your absence Exhaling any positive thoughts I still own.
When I smile it is for the people I love They hate seeing me dismayed Day after day continue this routine Attempt to keep up this charade.
Those around me don't seem to notice I must have a great poker face Hurt can only be read in my eyes No trace of suffering observable in any other place.
Want a dramatic reaction? Stop waiting for me to cave and show Not sure what expression you were expecting Each passing moment I'm suppressing tears that yearn to flow.
It was you who played games with our feelings I loved you, but you loved the dope Tried not to let it get to me, bring me down Quickly found out my inability to cope.
I cut ties with every dream I could Couldn't break chains you placed on my back Afraid I've become too intertwined with your darkness I thought our bond could withstand any attack.
Here I fall, feathers fraying fast, Hoping to pull through before they snap Say you will be honest with me So why are your stories filled with holes and gaps?
Allow yourself to show your heart completely Freedom to be who you are There is peace discovered in accepting your flaws Many times I have seen you move moments far.
Left behind to shrink and fade Storm is raging through our hearts Hurricane of sadness ruining our souls A survivor I stand missing quite a few parts.
Here we are yet again but why? What should I do? Stay or go? Think it out for a little while Choose too fast because I am feeling low.
I am forced to watch my plans depart Floating away with drifting days I worked to repair areas from which they fled I'm simply lacking a way.
Watching plotlines of our story Distance opening my gullible eyes I can't edit the screenplay It's already scripted with lies.
Not sure exactly how our story will end This may not be mendable and I'm scared Been drowning in your pain so very long Cannot find the surface to come up for air.
I dont know what to do these days. How do I be happy? Why cant everything be the way it was before?