All the countless hours waiting
You finally get home
Screaming on the brink of explosion
You told me
You own me
You throw me across the room
Bring on more pain
More bruises
Countless hours croon
But I tell you
"I love you baby
I swear on my life."
But you don't know
Dammit
You don't know
It's doesn't mean much to me
No
It doesn't mean much to me.
All the cuts
All the bruises
You yell so much
It's useless
And I cry
And I scream
And I say
"I swear on my life I love you."
But my life means nothing to me
My life means absolutely nothing to me
You ask for forgiveness
I give it immediately
You ask for love
I swear on my life that I love you
But you don't know
It means nothing to me.
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Sick of Crying. Tired of Trying. Yeah I'm Smiling But Inside I'm Dying: Volume 2
PoetrySome of my more recent poems with songs added to them. This is Volume 2, so be sure to also check out Volume 1. I'll have another 60 in this book as well.