I Cant

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I'm just a pawn and I love to be played
But this only happens with her love games
Leaves me more twisted
And even more ashamed
Knowing I'm not good enough
And it's me to blame
Whoever said nice guys finish last is right
U gotta prove that wrong
Even if it's otta spite
Being nice turned me into chucky but my body's not as lucky as I add cuts to numb pain 
And refrain from speaking
I curse myself out as my arm's leaking
If you ever hated me now's the time to crush me
At my most vulnerable so I'll just take a seat
In the coffin that her actions put me in
And drown in the tears of the forsaken
She sparkled today
And to him spoke words of gold
And I was left with copper
When we were bold
I'm just another nigga
With just another poem
I don't mean anything
And she showed me
I was replaced in the category I held so dear
Have fun with ur new boyfriend this year
Because I can't
I started
Writing
Started cutting
Started screaming
started cussing
Man I can't
I started swearing
Started trying
On the inside slowly dying and I can't
So don't tell me ur truth that u love me too...
U loved me enough to replace me
And that's all there is to it
I would say happy birthday and how I feel
It's implied
I wrote it on ur pizza box
, have fun with ur new guy
And fuck being shy or nice
I'll talk to u when u join me in the afterlife

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