Friday, 27 April 2012
03:20:04 AM (GMT)
I found a friend in one of your lies.
My bones are so cold, they say so many things.
I cant believe them.
Tell me I am fine.
Believe me I, I try.
Ever so sweet.
The way you make things seem.
My hearts dying.
My bones are not surviving.
My mind is drying.
So I tell myself im fine.
A sweet flower.
Im a wilting rose.
Soon enough, I will be crushed.
It seems as though, she's trying.
Waiting for the day, im dead enough to crush and crumble in her hands.
Why not just let the wind take me away?
Why drops to the ground?
He holds me safe.
All as she atempts to draw me further away.
To kill me.
How can she not know what she does?
Oh, she knows.
I found a friend in a thousand lies.
So please, will you, hold me like im dying. Because I am.
Let me float away. Don't crush me.
Don't drop me.
I guess it's too late though.
Because I already fell.
Deep, deep, deep.
You think it's dark down here?
It's not really.
Just true, actual reality.
But dearest you will never know.
Because I could never tell.
So in my deep reality, im always pretending.
Love? This is not.
You do not take a knife to the chest of one you "love".
Even this love. The love of a child.
But he will do. He will take care.
Just as you do not.
We have a different love.
Why is it that I speak of love? When I always hate..
I would never show it.
But dearest there's nothing I want more, than to scream the truth. What really goes
No more pretending.
Because the truth will at once be revieled.