We were footprints in the snow.
One after another, e r a s i n g each other's soul.
We are a little ****** up inside
The parts of ourselves we try to hide Some of us dwell in trenches deep Just like those up hills so steep Looking at the life I know Stars above Ground below Everything we do not share weighs us down In the stress we'll eventually drown Is knowledge we are missing too hard to reach? Can be the one to show me how and teach More bad habits every day But you can take them away Is more serotonin what I need? Expensive to sense/cents to feed Rather fix hormones in my brain Than leave be and go insane A long way to go Climb off my knees Halfway there start to wheeze Missed shot I'm on the bench Opportunity failed Fists clenched Throw confidence against wall Kindness shown to others Not self at all And around in circles I run Like clock hands thoughts are never done Confetti exploding Colorful shower Pieces of heart shredded by the hour No bravery No guts No ***** No spine Days will never again be mine No hurry to grow older Faint embers to smolder Story etched Layers of stone Exhausted to skin and bone Walking motion Too worn out to sprint Precious time now viewed with tint Inhumane way of wearing death out Lies before infinite route Mirror whispers "You are not good enough" Existing breath hated and rough Body in conflict with the voice in my head Dangling from a solitary thread The day hazy because I am confused Hop from mistake to mistake unexcused Revealing that despair is long Unchanging as I mosey along My heart warming Trying change And thawing as flaws disarrange Can think I'll get better I never will Spending time savoring that thrill Laughing days that passed by in a rush Crying Sharing stories we gush We are only distracting from the pain Is a point ever reached Where you slip down the drain? A need to fix Need to heal No way of stopping the bad **** I feel Move feet but I'm stuck in place ****** up all I can't erase
Its so hard to let go of the past
What if you could forget,
forget all the bad days. All those bad decisions. All the things you wish you could be able to erase, would you be able to do it? Would you be willing to erase what made you stronger. What made you a fighter. What are you willing to lose in order to forget those moments.
type erase, type erase
brain tells you youre a burden to all of them type erase type erase remember who left and what they said type erase, type erase type close app This is why i never ******* hit send
"My chatbox is open for you" they said. No random check-ups I guess?
it’s been years, and I still scream
halfway through the night. I still wake up drenched in sweat and tears, feeling his grip around my wrist. when I take a shower, I find myself still trying to scrub him off me. I’m still trying to erase the cigarette burn on my right hand, the one he gave me when he was drunk and angry. sometimes, I scrub my skin until I bleed. not intentionally, of course. I don’t want to hurt myself. I’ve hurt myself enough over the years, and I have the scars to prove it. all I want is to scrub him off of me. I want to feel clean again. but no matter how raw I scrub myself, the fingerprints and bruises still linger.
Some people erase my warm feelings for themselves by their blindness and deafness for my feelings and tell others in my absence that Spriha has changed.
Some people are like this.
Have you ever had such experience with such people ?
Erase my face from your page
Edit me out of the life you portray But the pictures of you left Baby I took them I watched your life up close Sat on the front row Never thought I'd just be Your photographer I used to be the spark I used to steal your heart You were a flash so bright When life got dark I used to be your moon Your sunset too Would've spent my life Making you see how I see you Now my only role Now my only role Now my only role Was your photographer
For all the things you took
I think you gave much more This I will always have That I have known love before I thank both you and myself For letting you in Not a day goes by I wish that I didn’t The only thing worse Than feeling love’s loss Would be to have left this life Not knowing love at all
I want to learn how to live again
Not for you, but for myself I want to erase those memories, I’ve kept buried in my heart for so long I want to heal, Every single aching wound That you caused, in the name of love I want to set my soul free, Burning it all down.