They said
self-inflicted wounds
they look good on you.
It’s no consequence now
it’s just routine
emotionally unavailable
and rotting from
the inside out.
All of these nights I spend
draped in loneliness
a fitted fabric
I disappear beneath.
Now, I’m trying patience on
like it’s a perfume
anything I can do
in hopes to prove to you
out of darkness
light can shine through.
But
All all our lullabies
turned into goodbyes
and the alibis
come back to bite
it’s hard to fight
all the unseen
my hand are bloody
you shouldn’t touch me.
I don’t want to waste
too much on this hate
and I’ll have to wait
cause love is needs grace
control my need for haste
and save face.
Thinking
it’s time I admit
no matter how hard I try
it’s severe
the wound itself
is profound
has my view upside down
a perspective skewed
it’s forever
unpleasant because of its incessant.
Knowing
the first six years
were a lie
Suddenly everything
I know
built on illusion
Imagine my surprise.
Guess they weren’t to
be trusted
But then now who
Now who can I?
Why couldn’t I stop myself
from continuing the tragedy?
But
All all our lullabies
turned into goodbyes
and the alibis
come back to bite
it’s hard to fight
all the unseen
my hand are bloody
you shouldn’t touch me.
self-inflicted wounds
they look good on you.
It’s no consequence now
it’s just routine
emotionally unavailable
and rotting from
the inside out.
All of these nights I spend
draped in loneliness
a fitted fabric
I disappear beneath.
Now, I’m trying patience on
like it’s a perfume
anything I can do
in hopes to prove to you
out of darkness
light can shine through.
But
All all our lullabies
turned into goodbyes
and the alibis
come back to bite
it’s hard to fight
all the unseen
my hand are bloody
you shouldn’t touch me.
I don’t want to waste
too much on this hate
and I’ll have to wait
cause love is needs grace
control my need for haste
and save face.
Thinking
it’s time I admit
no matter how hard I try
it’s severe
the wound itself
is profound
has my view upside down
a perspective skewed
it’s forever
unpleasant because of its incessant.
Knowing
the first six years
were a lie
Suddenly everything
I know
built on illusion
Imagine my surprise.
Guess they weren’t to
be trusted
But then now who
Now who can I?
Why couldn’t I stop myself
from continuing the tragedy?
But
All all our lullabies
turned into goodbyes
and the alibis
come back to bite
it’s hard to fight
all the unseen
my hand are bloody
you shouldn’t touch me.