I will cut you out of the picture of my life. I will take a scissors, to these complex memories and hack your influence out. It took me months to buy the scissors, years to get to the shop but I got here, I have them. I will hear sharp snips as I cut across the images that are burned in my mind. No longer will my thoughts wander towards you. No more, will I allow my feelings to be clouded by a person who dug their words into my lungs and shattered my ribs with boots made of malicious intent, of careless incompetence, of clueless mockery. I will use the scissors to cut your burning strings, wrapped around these cheap candles. A chord cutting spell, Dust beneath my heel The memories I cannot cut I will burn. I'll light a match on the bridge you burned. You said people never change, so killing current you’s influence In revenge for past you’s violence is righteous, it is fair. I'll sharpen their blade on the soul you hardened. I'll rip up the pictures if I have to, claw you out. I'd sacrifice that part of my memories I'd happily **** the old me entirely to take you too, To cut you out of the picture of my life.
I look at the people who made me me Not the person that I want to be But this empty shell that walks alone And can’t find a place to call home I look at who I am inside How most of me I want to hide Like the scars that cover my midsection And how people tell me they’re a sin I hate that sadness that comes from pain And I miss dancing in the rain But now everything just feels the same And I’m left wondering why I came I hate the girl that I’ve become And I know I’m not the only one Because when I look at the people who made me me It definitely isn’t love that I see
If I told you I love you, would that be enough. If I told you, you are the only thing I think about, would you give us another chance. If I learned how to communicate, would you take me back. If I told you I loved you would you say it back?
Black star Broken and Hard Staring into The face of Adversity Battling through Life Shedding tears for friends Pitying yourself Murdering your Soul Buying the Time You are Limited You are Broken Free But, You chain me