I've sold my soul, my identity, to you
Like a rich man giving up his rubies
I've watched my inner self leave me
Like a leaf kidnapped by a cold breeze
There is no way of bringing it back
Unless I leave you.
I've sold my soul, my identity, to you
Hoping you'll be the missing piece
To my heart so young and incomplete
Instead, you're the thief in the dark
Stealing my heart and taking my hope
Dimming it like a burning lamp.
I've sold my soul, my identity, to you
Without my soul, I'm an encaged angel
In this cage, are your innermost demons
Torturing me as I keep pardoning them
How long can this angel keep pardoning?
How long can this angel live in this cage...
Without turning into a demon herself?
I'm going through some things. I haven't written in such a long time. It feels amazing writing on here again and pouring my feelings out on paper. I haven't done that in so long because of fear. Now, I'm tired of being afraid. I need to find my strength through what I know I do best at: writing.