Bitter, bleeding word.
My chest hurts, it's been so long since I've used it.
Lungs are sore, air is such a bitchy friend.
Have to obey, or it'll leave you lifeless.
Silly heart still beating past it's due.
Time has been long since through with you
Still you pound defiently in my aching chest
Wouldn't you like to know
how it's all still so alive
When it's soul has all but died.
Love me, guide me.
Show me something
Else....
What a word what a bitter bleeding word.
My failure shows true when I tell you
about Me
And over all the years I've been alive
I've harderly ever been awake.
Those depressing saturday mornings.
Don't give me something to stay alive for.
I never told you anything at all.
One single lie negates the truth by far.
So, here I am, ask me now.
What did I keep, how'd I let you down?
These words don't rhyme.
Story of my time here.
Happy doesn't match sad.
And living isn't the same as Dead.
Ask me something. Tell me something
Hear me for a second. or even call me fake.
Lie to me, say you care, laugh at me, that's why i'm here.
just talk to me. acknowledge that I'm atleast there.
But it's too much to ask.
Too hard of an unwelcome task.
Thinking about me, remembering my selfpity.
I wouldn't want you to. Even though I want you to.
So, i have but one request.
Miss me when I'm gone.
But don't miss me for too long.