He sits in his car in a cloud of smoke
His tears turn milky and there's a crack in his voice,
He texts his friend he's too broken to talk,
But she was once broken too and knows how it feels
She wants all the world to forever be healed
He holds a torch and burns hard into soft, Makes the brittle glass melt,
Like he breaks girls hearts
But a broken heart cuts more than any other
with blood stained betrayal, and neglect and no father
He finally wants the friends to know
that he knows what he's done. He's unsure where to go
He knows that he's hurt her but she grew back and moved on
without the pain in her soul or a frown but a new song
He wants to be whole, he wants deserve his friends
He scorns those who have loved him.
Because he doesn't understand
what can they possibly see that is worth loving?
In his battered broken eyes he wishes words would wish him well
Instead of flaming images of all the trauma he's had to endure
Like the torch he holds in his hand he tries to control the pain and make it melt the broken brittle pieces of his shattered broken self.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
He sits in his car in a cloud of smoke
His tears turn milky and there's a crack in his voice,
He texts his friend he's too broken to talk,
But she was once broken too and knows how it feels
She wants all the world to forever be healed
He holds a torch and burns hard into soft, Makes the brittle glass melt,
Like he breaks girls hearts
But a broken heart cuts more than any other
with blood stained betrayal, and neglect and no father
He finally wants the friends to know
that he knows what he's done. He's unsure where to go
He knows that he's hurt her but she grew back and moved on
without the pain in her soul or a frown but a new song
He wants to be whole, he wants deserve his friends
He scorns those who have loved him.
Because he doesn't understand
what can they possibly see that is worth loving?
In his battered broken eyes he wishes words would wish him well
Instead of flaming images of all the trauma he's had to endure
Like the torch he holds in his hand he tries to control the pain and make it melt the broken brittle pieces of his shattered broken self.
