mistakes, mistakes, oh how much of them
I make. I always think it's the easier way, to run away, to hide, to lie, but the one i'm fooling is myself.
lies oh lies, you slip so easily off the tongue as if i've never spoken something else, tear my throat apart so i can never tell them again.
trapped in bubbles i've made myself, delusions from which I can't escape, why can't I run from this emptiness that seems to surround me?
pained expressions that I caused, broken trust ascending from my roots, I realized too late that i didn't just take the wrong turn, i chose the wrong path to walk and yet you walked it with me.
rip me apart bit by bit and you'll find guilt and regret, but who am i to ask for pity when you're the one that's upset.
i don't know where i might end up if you leave and still i bite the hand that feeds me even though all I want is to set you free.
I'm evil inside, sure of it but my darkness never scared you.
you embraced it and that's when you made a pact with the devil.
you never should've lowered yourself to my level.
YOU ARE READING
from my point of view
Poetryoffered her the world. she said she had her own. (you may consider this poetry, atleast I do.)
