Take the knife, twist it in my
heart
Stand back, and watch me fall apart
Is that really what you think of me?
If so then just go away, leave me be
I’m sick of being hurt so many times
Goddamn you stupid men, I’m running out of rhymes
All my poems, are based around guys,
Guys who hurt me, with all their lies
I’m drowning in my sorrow
Look what you did, taking my tomorrow
I’m sick of crying every time my heart breaks
It’s time I learnt to tell the real from the fakes.
Lord, watch over me from now on
Help me to continue, let me stay strong
I’m going to make it to the end
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll make some friends.
I’m petrified of what the future holds
What tricks will come, what secrets will be told
I’m just a kid, with so much life before me
It just took me an awfully long time to see
Help me to remain in control
Help me to reach my main goal
I don’t want to lose just yet
I’m making a move and it’s my best bet.
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