Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.

Dear Tragedy, we meet again.
One day your reign of terror will end.

Why the cruelty, why all the lies?
It's like you build up my hope just to watch it die
Why all the anger, why all the grief?
Can't you see I'm dying, will there be no relief?

Each challenge you bring I rise above
Time and again but it's never enough
Your chaos I'll fight whatever the cost
If only for the sake of those I've lost

You raise the ante with each move you make
But you've taken so much there's no heart left to break

You chisel away until cracks develop
They merge together until fractures envelope
All of my soul, all of my mind
Little of me remains 
Bitterness and pain
I'll pay you back in kind

Why the deception, why won't you cease?
Where is my redemption, is there no release?
Why do you haunt me day after day,
And why don't any of my prayers keep you away?

The damage you cause I try to contain
But it's never enough, it's always in vain
I want to fight on but I'm tired inside
For all that I know I've already died

Again the bar's raised, now too much is at stake
Cos now you've taken so much there's no heart left to break

And sometimes I wonder, what have I become?
Is your victory complete now that I am so numb?
None of my soul, none of my mind
Nothing of me remains
But my shell will fight again
I'll pay you back in time

Dear Tragedy, we meet again
One day your reign of terror will end.

Copyright © 2017 SabreLi

I said sorry over one hundred million times for being upset you hurt me
I kept being naive and letting you proceed to cause damage
Yet, you never said sorry for the damage, and you never apologized for the hurt
I learned to forgive you even though you never expressed the need or want to be forgiven
I learned to accept an apology that I never received and never ever will receive
There has got to be so much strength in that.

I invited him a little ways into my home.
I let my guard down. 
I watched him venture in slightly, and he assumed the invitation included the whole place.
His hands were all over everything in a matter of minutes. 

When I expressed my discomfort, he continued onward without hesitation. He somehow managed to lock me out of my own living space, and all I could do was beg him to leave through the screen door as I watched him ransack the place. 

How did I get out here? 
Why isn't he listening to me? 

He took what he wanted, placed a kiss on my forehead on his way out, and never looked back. 
I wandered back into my once pristine, tidy home in a confused daze. 

Why did I allow him to even look upon my residence? 
The guilt and regret swirled around in my stomach and bubbled up in my throat as I took in all the dirt and grime that now covered my home. 

And now I live in it because it is too big of a mess to clean up by myself, and the last time I let someone in they destroyed it. 

I won't make that mistake again.