A touch. A whisper. A hint in your gestures. It all reminds of the memories past. The time gone too far now, I wish not to look back. The places we were at, do not exist anymore. The feelings we had were not real, even at that time.
Seems like decades have past yet I feel no desire to relive those memories.
Another count down begins to destroy me from within. I stand with my hands covered in blood of the past. I begin to feel the desire to kill even more. It fuels my passion to murder those who killed me.
I need something more in life. I need something to complete me. I want to be able to be what I need to be. I need to find myself in ways that you stole from me.
I can't fall nor break. I'm trapped within layers of myself, wrapped in my pride and ego. I wish to escape from it all but I'm stuck. Your black eyes follow me everywhere and no matter how hard I try, I could never hide.
I'm tired of false pretenses, and I'm sick of all the memories that keep on playing over and over again in my head. I can never forget, even though I try to. I can never forget how I touched your heart and how you broke mine.
Even though we haven't truly seen one another in years, I'm still broken inside. My wounds are too deep to be buried with time. You never knew me, but I made myself in all the ways you had wished for me to be.
I was all yours and yours only, yet you deceived me in ways that made me cruel. What you did to me was unsettling to my mind and even if still given a chance, I would go back to change it all.
You turned me into this heartless oblivion that takes in everything given and puts it away where no one can find anything. You turned me into something that I had despised most.
Still, I go over everything I said and did, all that I never could say nor do, yet I am never able to reason all the wrongs that you did to me.
You broke me down, waited for me to rebuild and then again, came back around. I wanted to run away, but every time I start to run, you come back again.
Seems like decades have past yet I feel no desire to relive those memories.
Another count down begins to destroy me from within. I stand with my hands covered in blood of the past. I begin to feel the desire to kill even more. It fuels my passion to murder those who killed me.
I need something more in life. I need something to complete me. I want to be able to be what I need to be. I need to find myself in ways that you stole from me.
I can't fall nor break. I'm trapped within layers of myself, wrapped in my pride and ego. I wish to escape from it all but I'm stuck. Your black eyes follow me everywhere and no matter how hard I try, I could never hide.
I'm tired of false pretenses, and I'm sick of all the memories that keep on playing over and over again in my head. I can never forget, even though I try to. I can never forget how I touched your heart and how you broke mine.
Even though we haven't truly seen one another in years, I'm still broken inside. My wounds are too deep to be buried with time. You never knew me, but I made myself in all the ways you had wished for me to be.
I was all yours and yours only, yet you deceived me in ways that made me cruel. What you did to me was unsettling to my mind and even if still given a chance, I would go back to change it all.
You turned me into this heartless oblivion that takes in everything given and puts it away where no one can find anything. You turned me into something that I had despised most.
Still, I go over everything I said and did, all that I never could say nor do, yet I am never able to reason all the wrongs that you did to me.
You broke me down, waited for me to rebuild and then again, came back around. I wanted to run away, but every time I start to run, you come back again.
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