Unsatisfied

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You wanted me to change
But when I became what you wanted, you didn't like what I was
You said you wanted me to be myself
But when I was myself you didn't like it either.
You weren't satisfied then as well.
And you started taking bits and bits away from me. Pisses of my soul and my existence part by part.
To small a piece to notice at once, but when bit by bit the hole becomes a pit and you realise it.
But by then it is to late.
You have already sucked the life out of me.
And you are still aren't satisfied.
And as I try to please you I loose sight of who I am more and more and more.
And you say I am not doing enought.
And I lose more and more.
Maybe at the end I am not enough.
Or maybe you will forever remain unsatisfied.
But until I know I will keep trying. Until I am no longer me.
My soul is already almost gone. Now it is not a question of if but of when.

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