It's harshly funny how watching me bleed gives you some sort of enjoyment. Go ahead and lie to me. Go ahead and pretend you know much, saying you have my back. Go ahead and cheat your way through life. Go ahead and leave me. But if you're going to, leave every last piece with me. I can learn t o love again with time. I will be able to put myself back together with the support of the people around me. But don't take any of my heart with you. I'm so beyond your mind games. I don't believe your words anymore than I believe your actions. I cannot believe you go out of your way, having this pitiful attempts to create this bitter jealousy relationship that no one can explain. Don't tell me you're for real. Don't through in some fate trick. You're funny, you really are. That's sometime I never lied about. But I'm drowning over here, I don't need your added side smirks.
On your way out, don't worry about the door. I'll close it. I'll lock it. All you need to do is leave. Leave before I really have no way out.
I'll have a scar on my heart forever.
But instead of feeling pity for my story.
I will embrace every mark and have pride that I made it out.
When you're going through hell, keep going.
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