why the fuck do i do this to myself
i look back at these memories of who i was and
who you used to be
my lungs ache with held in screams of anger
why do i allow myself to be so stuck in the past
why do i allow at these memories of times that
seem so much happier into me
they have no place in my black soul
no place in this heart of darkness
no place in a world where no one cares about a
broken heart thats 5 years past
no one cares about wrists that ache for years
about a girl time seems to have forgotten
time escapes, rushing by in an endless stream of
these memories no one seems to remember but me
moments forever lost in time and space
no one really cares so i guess i dont either but
yet my lungs ache with screams and my throat is
blocked with tears and my head is throbbing and
my wrists are aching and my heart is tearing and
no one remembers
no one cares
