Messty story
I wrote that I was going to wait for you love
Wait until my heart contempt
But I also wrote that my time is running out, and as the days goes by
I can't be the girl inside the claustrophobic, echoed light room with the window open
waiting for you to walk towards this suffercating classroom
And as much as I fantisise you walking through that door, I can't anymore
Wirting this is so hard for me
Such as a taking a cub from its ma
or romoving the panadol from the cabinent when I feel sick
In all words. I'm sad
Depressed
Angry
... Hurt
I waited for you to love me
but in the end
you did me wrong
I only wantred to lifted up by you
But it was you that dug me 6 deep into the grave-yard
And even through all that..
I still love you
Each time I say those words I feel each letter pricking my lips
Numbing the girl I use to be
She's gone
She's broken
Look at her
She's not breathing
not moving
You did this
You brought this upon her