I'm still here loving you.
Do you still realise?
Do you feel like my love is going to waste?
Well we both know that it is,
But if I do I might never admit.
I don't call it a waste,
Because I'm spending it on you.
However it's not being returned.
You could count it as a waste.
It's been around six months.
That's half a year that's already gone.
Half a year of my wasted love.
How has it already been that long?
My love for you still feels fresh.
It's just never been used.

so sick of wasting words
on these formalities

honesty and truth is
I'll never be the same again

please never leave my side.

I gave you all I had.

When you were sad, I gave you my happiness. When you were weak, I gave you my strength. When you had nobody, I was your friend. When you were unloved, I loved you. Not a single 'thanks' was even said through your mouth.

Now that you have everything I have given, I have nothing. I became nothing. So, you go to other people to enjoy life, be free, give them what you have, and suddenly, they ruin you. Then, you come to me asking for help. And I reply, "I gave you all I had."

DO YOU EVER LIE DOWN IN BED
AND STARE AT THE WALL,
WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN?
ONLY TO BE LET DOWN
AGAIN, BECAUSE WHO WANTS TO
WASTE THEIR TIME TRYING TO
MAKE THE BROKEN GIRL SMILE?
NOBODY DOES. JUST LIKE SHE DIDN'T
EVEN TRY TO MAKE HERSELF
SMILE ANYMORE

You misunderstood my darling,
come closer, I'll whisper it to you;
closer now,
draw  in once more,
I crave nothing more than your twisted temptation -
close enough?

*******

You did hear me correctly darling,
there was no stutter,
you are deserving of nothing less,
that's just it you see,
you deserve less than nothing
for you care for no-one
for destruction forms your entertainment

You got it yet?
Don't you dare think that I feel anything
I am neither angry nor sad,
I do not hate you,
I am indifferent
sorry for the victimisation.

Some people hope.
And you?
Some people dream.
And you?
Some people laugh.
And you?
Some people try.
What about you?

Me, I cry.
And you?
Me, I trip and graze my bone.
And you?
Me, I walk and hurt my feet.
And you?
Me, I live on a spectrum.
What about you?

You, you chuckle.
You, you accept.
You, you wait.
You, you absorb.

You are not a person.
You are a sponge.
And when you do not squeeze yourself,
All you will do is take in,
Until you saturate
and split your sides.

You, you do not live.
Me, at least I try.

We  are  the images on  cold  grey  walls,
clinging  to  that  which  is  long  yet  past.
Meaningless, fruitless  and  hopeless  we  are,
pitiful  shadows  forever  to  last .

Time  exists  where  nothing  else  can …
what  has  become  of  a  race  called  man?
Among  the  ruins  the  wind  will  ever  mourn
and  we  are  the  shadows  so  forlorn.