Stop Caring so much.
I'm breathing guilt,
and the broken sunrise
hits me hard
every time.
I'm such a liar,
I'm not good for you.
My skins your poison,
don't touch me.
I don't deserve it.
If you could read my mind,
you'd hate me.
But I don't hate me.
I'll just bite my fucking tongue,
until I start to care.
Sometimes;
the cold floor's
more comfortable
than you,
to me.
But I'd still rather be
in your arms?
My wires are twisted
and I'm sorry.
I'm missing something,
and your just a
Liquid puzzle piece.
I think I need something more solid.














Comments
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Live life to the fullest. cliche? perhaps, but who really gives a shit?
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I will say yes to anything, just to get my sanity back.
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