How do I sleep at night? How do I breathe when you're around? How do I open up when all of my hope is lost?
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
In what remains
Careless to mistakes
Cautious to what life brings
Cold and numb with an empty heart
Cold and numb with the clothes on my back.
Seeking the need for a knife.
Wanting to see the blood.
Emptying out all the remains of my pain. Wanting the love, wanting the affection. Lost in a world where no one seems to care. Sensitive, oh so sensitive. Avoiding all of those hypocrites. They judge you based on your looks. But don't they realize this isn't a book? When they open the book it isn't what they truly wanted. Thinking how is it possible to judge based on looks when your heart is filled with black? You play with my feelings, you play with my thoughts. I'm curious to wonder if you ever truly cared or was it all a game?
A game so that you could play with my head?
If your mission was to have me confused then you have accomplished your mission. <3