Take my words and twist them,
change them, bind them and make them yours.
Use them in your own little way,
I wouldn't be able to stop you anyway.
Claim different meanings to the words I speak,
even though with lies they reek.
You take who I am and smash it,
pushing me past the breaking point.
I fall down and you pull me back up,
only to let me fall again.
You always do this,
it doesn't matter anymore.
Take my words and twist them,
change them, bind them and make them yours.
This isn't a game anymore,
the wounds on my wrists you inflicted with my own words proves that.
You can change ya'know,
it's not that hard.
But I know you won't,
keep doing what you always do.
Take my words and twist them,
change them, bind them and make them yours.
You should really stop though,
after all, this isn't a game anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Poems For The Lonely And Depressed
PoetryExactly what the title says, poems for the lonely and depressed. P.S. All of the poems written are by me unless I say so. [2018 Note] Revamp known as 'the lonely & the depressed', because everyone knows this kind of thing is chronic.
