i turn to dust
when no one listens
when i don't have you
they eat away at my remains
when i'm too weak to stand up
and fight
against the moths eating my skin alive
i'm naked on the ground
and everyone can see
all the secrets that i hid
for so long
they look at me
pity on their faces
"honey, whats wrong?"
i just want to spit on your face
the world is fucking wrong dickhead.
i hate you
memories of my perfect past
i hate it. and you with your lies
of my beauty
and your love
my future is screwed
until my sun
shines on it again
portraits of every tear, every word
i shed and said
that went in through one ear
and rushed out the other
like a string
wrapped around my finger
to remind myself how i'm supposed to hurt
layers of his bullshit
piling up on my soul
dirting my heart
it hurts
but a light is shining
dimly in front of me
all of it circulating her mind
i love him
and i won't stop
until i erase them
and have only him
she's fading away
from you
from everyone
and rebuilding her life
to match with his
(i am)
erased from my mind
deletion pending.
they will be gone soon
© 2008 Miss Mars
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