08.26.10 ♥ 0
if you were the one that could see
the truth behind my lies,
how come you were the one to leave?
giving me no reason to strive,
just a reason to regret,
for thinking theres a reason of being a live,
no reason for taking my first breath,
cos without you my insides have died.
my eyes seem to stutter at your sight,
as my vision seeks closure within
my heart looks at you twice
but it was at first my love begins,
left with a total of scatter
and the scars of sorrow
nothing remains of us but dust matter,
I close my eyes and wake up to the same tomorrow,
maybe a little less of me remains,
but only this pattern follows,
with the constant pain,
where the depth doesnt seem to shallow..
from you I recieve minimal attention
and its filling me up with jealousy,
you say its not your intention,
but its really starting a controversy.
my heart is fragile though,
and I really miss my smile,
sometimes one halfs gotta go,
to stop living in denial..
For your love I must compete,
as your in many girls hearts gallery,
feelings worthless, so my feelings are discreet,
silence without you fills me with misery..
but what can I do,
when I’m placed second best,
I’m trying to reach out you,
but I can’t seem confess.
When rejection is clear,
covered with apologies,
not even my tears,
can be fixed with time in biology.
left with this endless pain,
and a hearts thats scarred,
driving myself insane,
as from you I’m barred.I cant fool myself to pretend
that there’s isnt still a distance,
I cant comprehend,
what she has that leaves you un-resistant..
your mind she corrupts,
she’s why I cant get inside
I’m trying to interrupt,
but your thoughts I cant divide,
each time I try,
that reason pushes me away,
neither of us can deny,
that we can’t get the one we want to stay.
How much more do I have to give of me, when I’v already given you all my pieces, In the hope that you might
be able to put me back together, Instead you throw them away, and leave me with less that what I began with.
I thought you would have been the one to find me, and put me back together, but it seems that the person
you want to heal you, is the one to break you down further, but thats my fault for giving you that advantage.
a blade pressed to my wrist
thoughts racing with no sound,
quietly it deeply it slits
and screams that this silence is too loud.
