Mest lästa ▸
Ancient Artifact
hair streaked with daggers
and iron filling her lungs
each breath a shot of poison
that makes me want to run
but running makes it worse
she gets off on the fighting back
so i have to stay completely still and be willing
to ache and burn and die
until the opportunity comes that i can finally hide
I didn't want to get over you
But I needed to
You were like a poison to my happiness
Everytime you lied, everytime you walked away
I used to think that if its you, then it's no fucking person
But indeed I was wrong, it wasnt you but it was me
I had to be myself
I had to stop trying to get something I know I won't achieve
I had to stop crying
So I did
Living in the shadows.
It is a life of hate, anger, disgust.
Watching them be better.
It is a life of rage, frustration and hurt.
Not being enough
A stake, to the soul
The perfect poison for your heart,
The perfect poison for your sanity.
Doing your life's best,
and not being enough,
Forever a dissapointment.
My life is black,
their praise are lies,
How dare they!
To my face, they say with a smirk, "that was amazing"...
they never do add the 'but'.