Went back to the couch
That I have been sleeping on that night
It remains a mystery
About what I've been dreaming of
We're not invited back to our castle
The one that took forever to build
Loathing and hoping of departure was willed
Receive the hate you want me to give
Even though I would never do it
Enjoy your detestation for me
Wallow in you self pity
Some stuff I said cannot be withdrawn
How else am I going to get my point across?
Annoyance was less or more
Not like you despise yourself down to the core
You can have your way but it won't last
You're dragging me back to the past
Push me out of line
To show that your problems are worst than mine
Pull yourself back together
Try to look like less of a mess
I'll follow too
If you stop pretending that you care
Then I can get out of here
It won't be any better
It'll make things easier
The anger always grows
You're the reason why
I should have dropped my disguise
Let my rage put on a show
Don't care about who I hurt anymore
I hope you got what you were looking for
You like the sound of a slamming door
Of course you don't remember
You started this and I won't surrender
Not like I tried anyway
You believe anything that's your taste
Now I'm stuck
Rejecting and regretting what I could have done
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
