I should have questioned your motives
But you whispered lies inside my head
You could have told me you were fake
You were exactly like the rest.
I'm done with the lies he said,
Or more so the ones I told myself.
I know I wasnt worth the risk.
I know I wasnt worth the help.
I'm done with opening up to them,
When the ending is always the same-
I am done with failed expectations,
I am tired of the games.
Stupid me,
Wore my heart on my sleeve,
An unsteady pulse on my wrist,
When I should have sliced it out-
Another scar to match the rest.
