I tried to love you,
thought I could.
I tried to own you,
thought I would.
I want to peel the skin
from your face.
Before, the real you,
lays to waste.
You should have run.
Lying.
Crying.
Dying to leave.
Try to understand me,
Little girl.
My twisted passion to
be your world.
Lost inside my sick head.
I live for you, but I'm not
alive.
I still love you, but I still
burn.
- Allison Coleman
