I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar’s chair. Full of broken thoughts that I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear. You are someone else. I am still right here. What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I will let you down. I will make you... I will make you hurt.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 21:17:08 +0000