I cant help but hide that feeling,
My soul and life you're stealing.
Build me up or break me down,
You think I am just your clown.
Do your worst, I do not care.
Your ******* is everywhere.
You mistake apathy for submission.
Your downfall is of your own volition.
I may die quietly and forgotten,
But your insides are forever rotten.
At least in my solitude Ill meet death with peace.
As for you, insanity and guilt will never cease.
Put me down, kick me out,
You think im bad and show no doubt.
Starve me, hit me, and yell to be sure.
Bury me in the ground, I will endure.
At the end of the day, you cannot **** me.
You cannot **** me, you cannot **** me, you cannot **** me.
Just remember, when you think iv met death,
I promise well both be there when you take your last breath

You expect me to be there for you as a close friend
You told me you loved this guy, and hoped he loved you too
But he did not, and your little heart was broken
you came to me, looking for consolation
As if I'm supposed to make you feel better
I can empathize with you for one reason
You broke my heart and didn't give a ****.
Now for you.... I'm supposed to give a ****?
Sorry but thats not how this works
You feel nothing making me feel horrible
Yet, I am supposed to feel something when you feel horrible
You act like I am a child that doesnt know anything
Yet you will never be loved,
because you are a child that doesnt know anything.

You are merely a cute ball of nimbus fluff cat.
I pick you up and you purr and chirp,
and even when I go to put you down
you go limp in my arms so I am stuck carrying you.
But in this happiness is something truly sad.
That despite being a human,
the one time I have ever felt loved and wanted
was by you, you cute ball of nimbus fluff.
Even if it was just because I was petting you.
Its still the only time I have ever felt
like I was actually wanted.

Sometimes things dont always work out in the end,
and sometimes you have to be alone for awhile to realize,
that in fact you didnt hate being around everyone at all.
Most people never truly appreciate what they have,
Not until everything is in pieces on the floor like shattered glass,
Do you wish they werent pieces at all.
You desperately fumble to clutch a shard in your arms,
to hold close to your heart, to remember what once was
only to cut yourself up and watch that crimson flow.
Better a mess on the floor than a mess in your arms.
Your brain spills your heart, and your heart spills your guts.
If you show love like that, pretty soon you'll have nothing left on the inside.
Next thing you know, you're just as broken and worthless as that fragile glass on the floor.
A fool once said "blood is thicker than water."
Blood may flow in our veins, but it doesn't keep us together.
Something so familiar can still be very foreign
yet something very foreign can seem all too familiar.