Trying to forget you wishing I didn’t meet you Because my heart is breaking There’s so many things I want to say to you But you’re not mine and it just seems weird saying these things to a stranger. Can’t even call you a friend.
From the moment I met you Tried to fight off the feelings of lust Now I’m stuck with the feeling of love I tried so hard not to fall and get hooked But it failed and now it feels like getting hit by truck
There’s so much discontent but I’d wait forever and patiently for you. For you to realise what you have right in front of you But sometimes someone can’t wait round forever cos’ it ends up with you watching them fall in love with someone else in the end.
But I’m happy if you're happy I wish you would believe me when I tell you You deserve the world and so much more. I might sometimes have a way with words but most of the time I’m sinking Painting a fake smile upon my face. So I’ll just sit and watch from the distance.
Disappeared into an ocean of sadness Turn and burn oh **** here we go. Being hunted down. Did he just buck it all the way to OZ
Hooked lined and sinker It was like a rollercoaster Not known which track to take. But nvm you where never mine
Trying to find the answers while being stuck on yesterday With my mind playing tricks on me. Why does it have to hurt when you Ain’t mine. No relationship just talking.
Maybe one day you’ll see what you missed that one girl who’d never hurt you. She lost hope when you left her on read. She’s the one thinking what did I do wrong? Was it the fact i expressed some love towards them? Where’s the time gone? 2 months in and she’s confused. With mixed signals. She knows deep down she doesn’t matter She just wants validation from someone she admires.
It feels like the skin has been stripped from my body, Like I am a raw house unable to contain this feeling. Sounds are dissonant and salt to the wound. My synapses are buzzing through every tissue. I am so whole and yet so incomplete, Angry, electrified, and scared. This body of mine does not feel like a habitat. It is more like a zoo enclosure. I wonder when people will stop gawking at me Like I am some caged animal. I am wild. I am easily provoked when afraid. Please do not tap the class. Please do not feed the animals. Leave me where the ground cries out in anguish For the blood of my psyche shed in the tall grass. I was not made for this. I am not a performer in some circus, some exotic parade. They have stripped me of my skin, And this body does not feel like home anymore.
What’s this feeling? The pressure upon my chest, pushing me down Its s u f f o c a t i n g And I don’t know why. Is it because of them? Whom I to point the finger to this time? I feel a boiling in my stomach at these thoughts. Why did it ache so much? There must be something awry in my brain. This sense of dread This lingering loneliness. But what is this feeling..? It aches through my bones through my pours and through my f l e s h Like a thousand knives ripping through my entire being. This sickness rising in my chest, burning in my ribcage and setting my soul ablaze. But for what reason? What else could selfish me possibly wish to bargain for? Please just tell me, dear friend What is this feeling?