(no subject)
i took the knife you gave me,
dragged it across my skin
but i won't give you the satisfaction
of pushing it in.
i won't let you mean
anything to me
you're dead and gone
close the door behind you
i don't want to see the path you chose.
call me what you want
and say what you will
you're nothing to me now
but a thought that makes me ill.
the words you speak
are meant to burn,
but i guess nothing hurts
when you've never felt
anything but pain.
countless memories
of grassy fields
and endless car rides
are washed away
with all the meaningless
promises you made.
dragged it across my skin
but i won't give you the satisfaction
of pushing it in.
i won't let you mean
anything to me
you're dead and gone
close the door behind you
i don't want to see the path you chose.
call me what you want
and say what you will
you're nothing to me now
but a thought that makes me ill.
the words you speak
are meant to burn,
but i guess nothing hurts
when you've never felt
anything but pain.
countless memories
of grassy fields
and endless car rides
are washed away
with all the meaningless
promises you made.