When I'm about to start trusting you
You throw everything away
And when I eventually forgive you
You give me the same betray.
How am I suppose to put up with you
If breaking me its the only thing you do
How am I suppose to live with the same lie
When it is always trying to make me die
The answer is to give up on you
And leave you behind
Not caring about what will happen
- I shouldn't be so kind -
Now listen! We all agree
That you're too useless for me
You should probably leave
I don't care how - in red, blue or white -
You should give up I'm not gonna fight
But before you go, let me tell them this:
That sick bastard who tortures me
Is actually my dear self -surprise?-
I hope you now understand
Why I want so desperately to die
How nice!
Being in a cage that you set for yourself
Cutting your skin to feel free
Peace is what you desperately seek
So you Pray to God
But he refuses to listen again
And now what? Well then....
It's about time to open the door and fly
But first be careful! Don't you dare break and cry
-You are a big girl right?
- Yeah...Except from night
When the sensitive kid I hid
Comes to the light,
Shows itself with crying eyes as red as blood
-She is just a bit mad
Mad at you who couldn't keep your promise
And because of that she never had a chance to feel love
Your innocent little self knows what you've become
You make her watch you dealing with the black
That little innocent girl had met every monster of yours
And has watched every bloody drop
She watches how you use the sharp tools against your skin
And how you mix the sweet red blood with the salt tears
You can't stand it anymore
Tonight you'll break the wall
How can you do it? It's simply as that :
Take your favorite gun,
Load it however you can
Don't worry, no-one will take notice
Now do you know how to use it?
Of course you do :
Take that and use it against you!
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Thoughts Can Kill
PoetrySome random and depressive thoughts. Cause when I'm feeling down poetry is my way out. Work of an amateur... First attempt to publish something as personal as my feelings.