broken glass on the floor.
you don't fucking want me anymore.
sick and tired of being treated like a second class whore.
leave me in pieces, slam the door.
you compare me to your worst fear
you abuse me until i tear
you, 'had it worse,' you don't fucking care
'it's not as bad, grow a pair.'
i'm literally breaking in front of you.
they'll never talk about this on the news.
you seem to forget, i believed in you.
black and blue vision, you're so amused.
i can't stand the thought of you anymore
calling me names, my dignity puddled on the floor
you break me down until i am no more
you disgust me, i don't know why i'm surprised anymore
never good enough to please.
hands around my throat, i dare you, squeeze.
it won't even make a difference to the police.
you'll say i'm crazy, and of course, they'll believe.
popping pills, doing drugs,
thinkin' of all the things i never was.
cursing me out, just because.
you and i both wish that i never was.
ungrateful bitch, selfish whore,
i can't fucking take any more.
my heart and my thighs are so god damn sore.
my feelings are things you never cease to ignore.
i'm literally breaking in front of you.
they'll never talk about this on the news.
you seem to forget, i believed in you.
black and blue vision, you're so amused.
sick and tired of playing these games
you'll never stop calling me horrible names
i know you wish i was fucking 'tamed'
and, of course, i'll always be blamed
never enough
'it's not so tough'
your expectations are so fucking rough
explosions over little stuff
a shitty existence,
but of course you're persistent.
totally insistent,
obvious fucked up intent.
i wish i'd died when you wanted me to
i'm falling apart, but you have no clue
stuck within memories, i want something new
i'm sorry i couldn't be the kid you wanted for you.
-Elliot
