The diary of a fiend

I'll let it out

I'll count lashes on skin for every tear you cry
For everyone that hits the floor
I'll put another mark on myself and more.
You know why
So don't tell me no.
I was the cause of this and now
I'm putting myself up there for a laughable show.
I wanna know what happened didn't break us
But at the same time
I don't even wanna know what made us.
Kept together.
Like a bond.
Constant thought.
Of a suicidal girl
In her own little world
And a little boy.
Wanting to prove nothing more than he was but a toy.
Growing up to be a man
But look at him now.
He never stood a chance.
And the little girl.
Twisted.
And bent.
Mind going away like it was a constant threat.
To herself.
And other.
But that's what the boys always try to tell her.
Now back to the boy at hand
Living from the trap house trying to avoid the sandbag
Simply because.
He knew he was done.
But his life didn't ended at the beginning of his run.
Now what I tell you isn't a joke.
Nor is it simply a verse
for you to think of as a way to converse.
What I have to say is this.
The boy and the girl simply knew this.
One was lost.
The other was gone.
But when they met.
Nirvana wasn't truly far off.