Once again it all falls apart.
and, of course he makes it my fault.
Christmas for us is not a good time
reminds me of deceptions,
I lose my mind.
My breakdowns are frequent,
I'm a blubbering mess.
i can't handle it,
all of this stress.
I cry everyday,
because wounds won't heal.
I cry in my sleep,
wishing i couldn't feel.
And my only light,
though the darkness we make,
is acting so happy
is being so fake.
how naive can i be?
thinking it true
how stupid am i
i know what to do.
everyday i lose a piece.
my heart is crashing, I'm lost and I'm weak.
my soul is burning,
my mind is yearning...
But who am i really... theres nothing to see.
nothing to tell, nothing to do.
I'm lost, cornered.
sick of you.
Leslie Prince
SinfulVampress
