They should really put a warning before spending a year of your time with someone that will never make you theirs.
A warning that ending it will be easy, but staying gone will be hard.
That your nights will feel different when you aren't wrapped in their sheets.
A warning that you'll still miss them even though they were never yours to begin with.

Please sir don’t hang up the phone
you don’t know what its like at home
the bruising
the burning
I’m hurting
he left all these scars he left me alone nowhere to go no place to call home.

I'm sorry
You have to see
That I don't believe
You love me

one after the other
left right left right
faster, quickened footsteps
i can feel my lungs giving out

blood seeps from my veins
bruises scattered on my skin
you used to call them lovemarks;
once upon a time you told me you loved me

how did we get here?
i thought we were building a home of endless possibilities;
now all that’s left is a blazing carcass
my broken bones turning into ashes,
please lie down with me

you’ve caught up to me,
ran out of places to hide
but before you pull the trigger,


take me back to where it all begun

Gunshot
Raining knives
All the ways to hurt yourself with one letter
You’re not even real
I mean
How can the person staring back at you with the dead eyes possibly have any soul left to save?
Dangerous, honey you’ve reached your peak
High as a **** kite
Ready to take flight into the nightosphere
You’re poison like ketamine
Flame burning like gasoline
Baby stop, before you hurt yourself
You know everyone is waiting to see that

Many a time in subtle and other ways nature tried to warn us.
Spewing fire from mountain tops flooding the land, water rising in high waves from the ***** of the ocean.
Black plague it sent now a tiny virus.
Not a lesson have we learnt not a line understood.
While building tower of babel, it is said misunderstanding was sown in our midst, to stop us from our task.
We still build tower's that touch the clouds and dig deeper than the deepest valley.
Forgetting that simple living is the best.
Want not more than your hand can hold,
a bed to sleep a roof to protect from the cold, it was ment to be thus.
Greed and false pride got us here forgetting that all we need is 6 feet of space our final resting place.

She remembered back
to when you called her princess.
She couldn’t help but cringe
at the deep voice in her mind,
and her skin crawled
in all the places you used to touch her.
She could still feel
your selfish hands
feeling up her skin
like a lion to its prey.
She is haunted every night
by the way you carved your name
into her neck with your hot breath.
Of course she still remembered
every place you touched her,
And now she hated the dark
because of the things
it let you do to her.
So answer to her,
answer to me,
Was it really not her fault?