Heal.
The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.
Shooting Star.
The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.
Scribble.
Some battles fought; survived and lost.
Issues.
She sees a soul trapped in a body with self worth issues.
Dark.
All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.
Disguise.
But here, only death surrounds.
Life and Death.
I wonder if I’ve ever let you know, my feelings for you were so true and pure.
Reflection.
I kept searching for you. To talk to you about how my day went.
Crowd.
Craving isolation, embracing myself, I slept on the couch.
Revenge.
Now the melodies have changed and your words have lost their rhyme.
Growth.
I respect them for they were just being themselves.
Hurt.
The wonderful dreams turned into nightmares when you started deceiving my sight.
Cheers.
Here’s to the words that dig deeper than the wounds.
Toxic.
You could’ve loved her for everything she had to offer, instead you turned her cold.
Sign.
I’d love you for everything that you are, if you promise me that you won’t leave when things get hard.
Love.
I used to pray for you. But guess what? He wants the best for me.
