I would rather be ignored than lied to
they say they can see me
believing in stone cold sympathy
but their hearts house the darkest parts of regret
their eyes are pools red from envy.
maybe my soul longs to be lonely
maybe I'm only me when I'm free
and how am I going to love someone else?
you've squeezed out the lasting few bits of my heart
till it dried into slivers
and I can't stray away from harsh thoughts
and I'm left to leave home almost dead
you should have shown me your happier hopes
instead of the fear, and the rage, and the dread.