Laying up at nights for hours.
Missing out on beauty sleep.
I keep on over thinking.
Because I over love.
And I over care.
But all they ever did.
Was break me.
Every night my face.
Becomes a pool of endless tears.
Why am I so easy to love?
I don't really know.
If it's my heart.
Or my mind to blame.
It's all so confusing.
I don't deserve this.
Voices telling me.
That I'm too weak.
But I try my best.
To ignore it.
Slowly killing me inside.
I want no more love.
I feel it's Poison