Was I just a puppet to you? A simple pawn to your game? Was my heart just your playground or the targets in your shooter's range? Were those "dates" just a way to keep me blind from all your *******? Was I just a simple flask for your little experiment?
You put on quite the show, you were quite the actress You made "I love you" sound believable Oh, how sad that this play had to end in a tragedy Now the curtains close even though I thought the show was going to go on for eternity I really thought that you were going to choose me But our love was just a fantasy
I'm still in denial, seems like it's been a while Even though it's only been 2 days I'm losing sleep, I'm not eating My whole body's shaking from this heartbreak
I want to stay but I'm losing faith From the way you played my heartstrings The hope that I was the one is gone I guess I can congratulate you and say "well done" You stabbed my trust with your thorns You trampled my roses that I grew for you I'm walking away, I'm not your toy Go find someone else, go have fun with your new boy
So, I am taking this creative writing class and they said "write about anything". So I decided to write about how my best friend led me on for about two years. She kept on acting as though she liked me even though she didn't and I ended up catching feelings for her. She got a boyfriend two days ago and I feel like she played with my feelings. I'm still trying to determine whether or not to stay friends with her because we had such a beautiful friendship, but she hurt me. Anyway, sorry for the long rant and for people who are going through this...your not alone and you deserve so much better
We hexed the moon We burned downtown We killed Carlos We started a plague We started riots We almost started a 3rd war We protested and got shot We killed our year We said it would be better We lied and broke it We tried and failed it And now I'm sick of resentment But we can improve it
It's been quite a while since I wrote something but I'm back for a bit :)
A sack of flesh and bone, Bloodred muscle wrapped in skin, Given a brain that will **** it over, So many times that it just wants to stop. Stop breathing. Stop existing. Stop thinking. It was told that it was one-of-a-kind. It was told it was loved. But it was lied to, so many times, And by so many people. It’s tired of this life, Tired of the lies. Tired of feeling unwanted. Tired of feeling unloved.