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To me it’s we’re great
We’re fine
I love you
You’re mine
I want your name as a tat
But to your friends we ain’t even like that
Thought we had a special bond
For you I always go up and beyond
So why when you respond
To ya circle
It’s not the same shit you write in your
journal?
This pain you cause isn’t all internal
You cheated
But I’m hated?
Not gone lie that’s pretty hurtful
Why with me you’re never verbal?
We’re here cause of the shit you created what we had was supposed to be sacred Shit you should be telling me had to be translated
Tell you how you look like a portrait an artist painted
But I don’t give you reassurance?
Where was your reassurance when I degraded myself?
Hated myself?
Let you play me so many times I guess I played myself
You’re toxic for my mental health
Should have trusted my intuition
My brain and stomach told me you didn’t change
I should have listened
I’m always bitching cause you never listen
I don’t ask for anything but for you to respect my three wishes
Loyalty, respect, and transparency
That easy
Mentally abusive
Your actions are intrusive
Manipulate me with your excuses
You know what I’ll never understand?
How you cheated and cheated
And cheated again
Then have the audacity to compare that to Me not telling you
That I fucked around with My friend
That happened years before you and I connected
That shit been dead
Why is it being resurrected?
You literally still speak to people you cheated on me with and your exs
But if I do that shit it’s offensive
If I did you dirty like how you hurt me
You’d up and leave
I’d give people a real reason to hate me
But I could never do you like that
What I feel for you goes deeper than you believe
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It’s a shame that a well mind can go to waste
stuck in this place of depression that has not lessened since yesterday
or the day before that, or the day before that, or even the day before, that.
Imprisoned by your own mind you think what could be worse?
As your heart has this unquenchable thirst
dehydrated from all the crying that your whole body literally hurts
as your mouth cottons from unquestionable spurts
of rudeness
the attitude makes people question as to “what did I just do?”
they don’t deserve this even though them not having a clue just aggravates and irritates you.
Sometimes you blame yourself as if you had control over the skin you have been placed in,
like the chemical imbalance of your brain is due to you not balancing all your responsibilities in an “appropriate” way which caused you to change.
Your hands have touched so many familiar outer shells
yet you don’t recognize when you’re touching yourself
the outer shell you wish could crack
wishing something beautiful all this time was just stuck inside of that stranger you’ve grown to hate
thoughts flood your mind when it’s late keeping you home awake
drowning with every mistake you’ve made
trying to contain the pain
that has made you its home again
words on an open page
“there’s no escape, there’s no escape, there’s no fucking escape!”
You suffocate yourself with a pillow to keep control over the volume of your voice
but in your head is an even louder noise
it destroys your good thoughts
only pointing out your wrongs, flaws, and loss
and they wonder why you’re always so pissed off.
-LyRic
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