There are many words I wish I could say,
And not one of them would do my rage any justice...
They abused her kindness for long enough
That her heart has turned so cold...
I have written about loss like
my body is tomb for cupid arrows...
You shouldn't have... So I wouldn't be....
You shouldn't have promised me forever...
I was a disfigured fox,
disappearing into a fog of dead wood and winter...
Every time i look at the mirror
Disappointment is what i see...
Its hard to pretend you're happy
When all you feel is pain...
Here alone with my
thoughts...
Reamber the time that I asked you out
reamber the day we first met...
She wakes up every morning
and plasters her face with makeup...
I just want to feel something again.
So I'll cut my skin to feel the pain...
My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of...