Love once was.
I couldn't tell you what it meant.
Love is a lie, telling you that it's still there.
Your hate manifested into cold stares.
You couldn't stop her from the lie.
You couldn't see him before he fucking died.
You pathetic
crying alone because you can't experience the love anymore.
So you tell yourself.
You don't got wealth.
You don't got the swagger.
you don't got anything that matters.
What's worth loving you?
You don't do shit, except create bad moods.
Go to the back and puke
hoping the water come for you soon.
You thought he would be okay.
Saying, I can see him when he wakes.
Then you couldn't go to the fucking wake
because you wanted to stay, cry, and bake
Go ahead and drink yourself to death.
No one will miss the way you gave them stress.
You swore that she would only make you better
then you got rained on by your own weather.
Do you really blame her for finding happiness on her own?
Stupid failure, writing again back at home.
You went rotten, you deserve to be forgotten.
In this box, you better stay locked in.
I never liked you, not once, not ever.
Go put yourself in a fire pit and burn forever.
Thought a job would make you honest.
Just made you think and act Godless.
Thought a woman would make you think straight.
Just made you too happy with replays.
Yous a burden.
As always, your problems manifest into nothing.
Don't you dare blame her, or him.
Everything is your fault.
You're fucked up,
now you're here crying in hate, disgracing the above.
Once was love,
the dream God sent.
Shattered in the memory,
hope you know God wept.
Creations are never mistakes.
Think fast, and be strong
cause suicide will prove anyone you love, wrong.
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