I cried a million tears which it painted my face with sorrow and shame
You never did the same.
I cut myself up over and over again - it was my cry for help
You never came.
I felt weak and pale, all of the colors left my body yet still yearning for you
You never wanted to keep me do you?
I tried to fix all these broken pieces but...
You not once spared a simple glance.
I made myself perfect! To live up to your expectations
When I fell to the bottom, you weren't there to catch me
This image I tried to maintain was for thing
All because you played me and never did the same.
I'd catch a bullet for you
You'll just watch there while I get myself hit and fall to the cold, hard ground.
All my life I've always thought you do the same
All these make up fantasies are only for me to blame.
Such a shame for the people who wanted nothing more but to be loved.
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the genius of poesy
Poetry"Your life is a tale, your brethren tell your story. You fill in the pages with your alluring words, your mischief and sorrow give life to the verbs" Prose and Poetry that are made by me. Enjoy!
