Me repelling people,
Is an adaptation,
To keep them far enough from my demons,
That's the lie I tell myself every lonely night just so that I can fall asleep.
Everyone who pieced my heart together,
Is now busy taking the strings away.
I've changed myself so much for people,
Then realised they never liked me,
Then look at the mirror,
And smash the pitiful image I have become.
Coz even I can't love me anymore.
Every night,
I feel like a hungry kid,
Wishing starvation sings him one last lullaby.
Feel so empty inside ,
That my outside is collapsing inwards.
Well,
That's my story every night.
As I jump into crowds ,
And everyone makes space large enough for five,
Just to be sure I land on my loneliness.
There's so much weed in my lungs,
Till it all starts to feel like dust.
Drank so much vodka,
It tastes like rust,
Each verse is a scar,
And am not really sure how much skin I have left.
The skeletons in my closet,
Are overflowing into my bedroom.
Everytime I tear my skin apart with a razor,
I open up old graves,
Then realize that the things I buried,
Were never really dead.
I look up to the moon,
And the stars blushing all around her,
I hope gravity falls asleep even for a second.
I won't even leave a note.
All my life,
I was an open book they never cared to read.
Slowly,
The cold turned into snow between my pages.
Then I became painful to read.
I guess,
I have always been,
A fallen leaf on the road to happiness.
Brown and dry.
They love the crunchy noise I make,
As they crush me beneath their soles.
Then move along.
So now,
Let me wither.
Let me disappear.
_kid.008_
Elliepoet™
