I have nothing more to say.
Sick of giving truth away.
When I'm only ever given lies.
You will never open your eyes.
In the end I refuse to die.
I'm far passed the point of asking why.
Always bruised and scared emotionally.
Always continue inevitably.
I want to quit, I want to flee.
But I can't, I've nowhere to go, and no one will believe me.
For once I want some simple love or hate.
I'm sick of all this shaping my fate.
Your words bruise although the daggers are implied.
For years now I've had nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide.
Let's keep on rolling.
Pretend this isn't taking a tolling.
No. I think this is the beginning of goodbye.
I'll find a way to break the spell this time.
YOU ARE READING
sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.