it's silent
i can't bear it. i'm the only one affected
my burden to carry
my pain to fear
and it's still there you know,like a constant reminder that even when things cool down,we would never go back to the way we were.
it's ironic really,the silence is deafening, ears bleeding and heart shatters, but there's no one to fix it;
No one to sew back the bit of humanity i have left before it's all ripped apart.
That's why you were special, you always made me feel like i belonged in the human race,
your sweet toxic words-i got high on
Your hugs and kisses- made me drunk with love.
but that was before you threw me away and labelled me as "trash".
but i'm not coming back begging.i'll put my mask on for you an play along with the game yours.
i'm your broken girl, the one you made and i hope your happy now you hurt me.
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Drunken words~
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