SORTED
Tell me one more lie and I'll commit suicide.
Show me one more slice of anger and you'll be my stranger.
Don't tell me how to love, don't tell me not to cut.
Push me to the edge and see me crack.
Heart pumping so loud drowning my own heart attack.
You can't tell me to stay then push me away.
If you want me gone then here's all I have to say.
Fighting a fight you'll never win,
Cutting and burning deep in your skin.
Drying off blood and crying for no reason at all,
Slamming the phone down, refusing every call.
Popping pills till you forget every fear,
Pillow soaking up every god damn tear.
Infusing your body with self deprecating hate,
Yet only outside scars show your mental state.
Tell me, can you even think this far?
You never saw me in a fetal position,
You never felt the soreness of my condition.
Were you there to dry my eyes?
All I remember is you telling me to die.
Saying it was my fault instead of yours,
That whatever happened you were perfectly sure.
Sure that suicide would solve every mistake,
Take away my longing of lust, this unforgettable hate.
But then I left and whatever you gave I took with;
Depression, disease of feelings, a stare too stiff.
Every drop that had soaked into my skin,
Leapt outward towards you once I let you in.
But the only lesson this has given me, is too forget,
Choosing you over this bruised collapsed mindset.
No more can I give you shattered pieces of glass,
It took only seconds for me to break that fast.
My shards are piercing places I never wanted to go,
But as long as they only cut me I can put on a show.
Cause for now, you need to be protected, while I'm forgotten.
I'll waste slowly away while in turn you soften.
If I break, maybe you'll be built up.
My being eventually a recreational setup.
So bye to myself cause now you're too important,
Finally, I seem to have a few things sorted.
