My immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You still have all of me and I don't even understand why. I dream about it. I can't walk down the hallways without thinking about it. Maybe its not you. Maybe its what I thought you were. It's easier for me to pretend that's it. 2 years after the fact and still...you have me.
However, I refuse to spiral back down that path of self-worthlessness. The humiliating position which I occupied for years: that of giving myself to someone who didn't want me. That fucked me up for a long time. Once I realized that it wasn't me that wasn't worthy, it was you, I was better. And for that reason, self-preservation, I hope we never speak again.
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You still have all of me and I don't even understand why. I dream about it. I can't walk down the hallways without thinking about it. Maybe its not you. Maybe its what I thought you were. It's easier for me to pretend that's it. 2 years after the fact and still...you have me.
However, I refuse to spiral back down that path of self-worthlessness. The humiliating position which I occupied for years: that of giving myself to someone who didn't want me. That fucked me up for a long time. Once I realized that it wasn't me that wasn't worthy, it was you, I was better. And for that reason, self-preservation, I hope we never speak again.