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Inventions of Intentions

I feel like dying, but I'm trying.

I'm so tired of this anger.

You get mad at me, think I'm lying;

always feel like I'm in danger.

Your inventions of intentions

never matched my thoughts inside.

Did you ever think to mention

when you noticed we had died?

I got these daggers in my back,

but my pride is still intact.

Let's stay together for the kid,

always trying to fix it.

Broken pieces on the floor —

push myself against the door.

Now I'm begging you for more:

forgive, restart it.

 

I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.

You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.

I'm just tired from this fighting.

You're a liar, so stop waiting.

So I'll use my ***** pen

to spill my hurt upon this paper.

The fighting starts again,

so my heart begins to waiver.

I'm on the edge again;

you're not listening.

 

I feel like falling, but I'm standing.

I'm so tired — my love is gone.

You yelled at me; I'm withering.

I won't miss you; you're not the one.

Your inventions of intentions

never matched my thoughts inside.

Did you ever think to mention

when you noticed we had died?

Doesn't matter if it's verbal;

keep thinking it is all my fault.

We keep fighting in a circle —

locked my heart inside a vault.

Won't you please just hear me out?

Your voice is always full of doubt.

Please don't make me have to shout;

I can't restart this.

 

I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.

You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.

I'm just tired from this fighting.

You're a liar, so stop waiting.

So I'll use my ***** pen

to spill my hurt upon this paper.

The fighting starts again,

so my heart begins to waiver.

I'm on the edge again;

you're not listening.

 

I will stand up, drink from this cup.

I regret this situation.

You can walk away — don't play cleanup.

Let's get out of this sick rotation.

Your inventions of intentions

never matched my thoughts inside.

Did you ever think to mention

when you noticed we had died?

I got these daggers in my back,

but my pride is still intact.

Can't stay together for the kid;

aren't trying to fix it.

Left the pieces on the floor —

now I'm going out the door.

I'm not begging you for more;

I won't restart it.

 

I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.

You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.

I'm just tired from this fighting.

You're a liar, so stop waiting.

So I'll use my ***** pen

to spill my hurt upon this paper.

The fighting starts again,

so my heart begins to waiver.

I'm on the edge again;

you're not listening.

No...

you're not listening.

No...

you're not listening.

No...

you're not listening.

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Written by
josef-wilhelm
Canadian
Published
Sep 25, 2025
Lines·Words
84·473
Notes

This is a song I wrote this week in my spare time after reading some entries from an old journal I never fully committed to./. It's close to my raw emotions I felt in the past as and has many passages from my actual journal. I am posting it on this website hoping these emotions resonate and validate others as much as it helped me.

Tags
#gaslight#breakup#abuse#relationship#depression#mourn#conflict#song#music#love
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