You.
You stole my perfect world, behind that smile.
You tempted me with my greatest desire,
Said that death was on sale and I could take it.
I was torn apart, from the inside out, and you,
You saw this world as being so perfect,
So very shallow, pretty and scarred.
What have you done to me, to make me feel so worthless?
Why have you broken me so?
My painted smile has gone, and you can now see me for who I am.
I'm not pretty am I?
I don't belong in your pretty little world,
Do I?
My smile washed away, behind the curtains of my eyes
I knew the truth about you:
My blood spilt into the cracks of the earth, under the shame.
The secret of your lies, it was like your mouth had gone lame
You sins turned to water, but they won't go away either.
Just like I was your flower, cut at the neck to save your flaws.
I have died and withered away.
What is left is the empty space where my world was safe.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 9:23am on Nov 24, 2024 via server WEBX1.