You made me feel something I thought died in me a long time ago. Alive. Beautiful. Loved. Special. Emotions I haven't felt in a long time.
Then you were gone. One minute you cared and the next you didn't. You made me feel like I'm something and then nothing. My heart dropped. The tears flowed. Angry. Hurt. Betrayed. Sad. Nothing. These replaced the very feeling you once gave me.
Now I see you. Doing the same to someone else. Hurt. Betrayed. Was I a game? Did you have fun? Did you really care? Why did you mess with me the way you did? Why wasn't I to know there were others?
I want to move on... but you won't let me. You make your presence known. I'm trying to escape and it's like I fail. You catch me everytime.
I'm a prisoner who wants to be free of my life sentence. You are a step ahead of me. You catch me. Lock me back up and throw away the key. You walk away laughing, knowing you have me again.
I lay down in bed. Wishing it was my bed of black roses. To set me free from my heart. Free from the pain you caused. I want to be awakened anew and free of you.
Let me go.....just let me go.
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Bed of Black Roses
Poesía"In my bed of black roses, I feel no sadness. I feel no pain. There is no more darkness. I feel.....at peace." -Manie Personal thoughts of a dark soul.
