Hey, Popular kids there's something I gotta know.
Just because I'm not like you
Does that make me invisible?
I cried myself to sleep tonight
Wondering if I wanted to see tomorrow.
I saw hollow hearts in my dreams that looked quite like you.
And I didn't want to follow.
To see myself in that much pain caused my loss of self control.
Not to destroy, but to pick up the pieces of souls that you treated so damn cold.
You crept at night.
And started breaking shit in our lives.
But to fuck up your damaged mind.
We've got nine tries.
Don't run away, face the fucked up monsters you created.
We've got teeth like knives
And we murder one jerk at a time.
Look at yourself.
You're one of us now.
Stripped of your presence.
You're no one now and you wonder how.
Don't run away, face the fucked up monsters you created.
We got teeth like knives.
And we murder one jerk at a time.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe This Is Me
PoetryMy brains, my blood, my heart, my friends. It's all I've got. *note* I have something like this already called "Consider Me Dead", But I wanted to start over... take out some things/add things. So, jst to let you guys know.
