Is my heart so easy to dispose of? Time after time it gets crushed under the weight of the world. Darkness exudes and I find myself in a hole of anxiety.
My heart left unguarded for you to tear. I don't feel like I belong here.
This Earth brings up the demons and I follow blindly underneath their burnt wings.
This isn't a problem another bottle can fix.
The scars are hidden, but underneath they prick like thorns off a rosebush.
I can't even breathe anymore without falling apart.
Have you enjoyed my weakness? Because strength no longer flourishes in the broken.
I'm beaten. You've won your dirty little game.
It's done. I'm finished.
My heart will remain jaded and confused.
And your ugly smile will remain tattooed in my soul.
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