And if I loved you more than you loved me,
would anyone in truth of it be wise?
I measure you not in soliloquy,
but how you hold me when I start to cry.
If all the world did freeze and cease to turn,
the sun, and moon, and stars exit stage left,
the feeling would be something like this burn
that scalds me as you take up my time— theft.
We laugh, we cry, I hurt, we hug— but see?
I know that doubt will live here in my head,
so long as you share not your heart with me;
it’s easier to fade away instead.
I love you still, but needing to be free,
I’ll take the heart you left; it still belongs to me.

I have dark secrets stashed in my heart.
Not idle gossip or an unknown fact.
This secret feels more like a ball and chain.
This freedom you have given feels like a prison.

All you had to do was stay
but instead you left
and took a piece of me away

every night and every day
I think of you
and weep as I begin to pray

I am done being alive,
i have no place here,
no reason to strive,
i am just a bird with a broken wing,
i just got no reason to sing,
so i guess its time to stop,
i guess its time to drop,
as my body slowly hits the floor,
and my mom opens the door,
she probably won't even shed a tear,
my friends wont miss me,
cause i was just as camouflaged as a tree,
a rope round my neck a bucket below my feet,
i eat one last final treat,
a true lass supper to appreciate,
i will hang like my soul has my entire life,
every moment was only strife.

Loving you feels like the closest ill get to see the blue of a flame.

From the inside...

Anger brings out a side of people
Perhaps one that hasn’t been seen
But then again it’s useful
It makes the slate start clean

I have a motto now
I’ll live each day for me
I’m done trying to satisfy the thirsty man
And portraying what he wants me to be

Let’s be honest I should’ve seen this coming
After all he wasn’t mine
But God it shouldn’t of hurt like this
And I shouldn’t be silently crying