°twisted°

bones

i know you never meant to break me, but sometimes actions speak louder than words

your punches are like stone, every time you throw one my way, it's another broken bone to fix up all on my own

maybe it'll get better, i used to think so, but your teeth are too sharp, and when they meet my lips, i bleed nonstop, my dignity immediately drops

your nails are as sharp as a blade, and everytime you rack them across my back, it leaves a scar even blacker than before

i'm just a pile of bones to you, maybe you should've thought this through, i'm not waiting forever for you to decide you want to crush my soul and build me back up with even more demons than before, i'm just a skeleton, hopefully immune to the yelling, cause i'm sick of all these punches breaking me slowly when all i wanted was a pair of lungs to keep me from drowning in a lake of my own tears

a bag of bones at the bottom of a lake is just what it takes to open your eyes