When we first met
We didn't see the demons that hid within our hearts
We pretended everything was fine
But died a little inside
This love was reckless
I had nothing to lose
But I lost my pride, my ego, my heart
I tried hanging on
Had already given so much
But to me, I never felt good enough
So what's to lose? What's to lose?
Ironic how I'm using the same line again?
But instead, I guess, I should be asking instead
What's to gain?
All I see is psychological pain
YOU ARE READING
Disturbed and Distressed
PuisiI have no explanation for the thoughts that I am dying to let go. I have no fear for demons, for inside we are all monsters too.
