September 13th
I'm sorry that I couldn't make you happy and give you what you need.
Most mornings, I struggle to find the will to breathe.
I'd love you if I could, but I'm so broken inside.
I'd give you every piece of my, but that's a goddamn lie.
Because you see, there's nothing left.
No more heart for me to give.
Everyone took them all along with my will to live.
I won't kill myself, no. I couldn't do that to you.
But I'll wake up everyday and live in murky gloom.
Maybe one day I'll be happy, I'll finally be okay.
But not for awhile, no, not for today.
I wish I could love you and give you what you deserve.
But I don't even love myself, I live in constant hurt.
There comes a point where tears and music hold no healing.
The point where you've lost concept of emotion, where there's no more feeling.
I want to be happy, to smile and know it's the truth.
But I can't lie, I won't lie to you.
So hate me if you will, give up on me if you please.
I'll be here praying to God, begging on my knees.
That tomorrow will be better. It'll be a bright new day.
But I've lost my sense of happiness. I know I'm not okay.
This rollercoaster of emotion puts my head in a fucking bind.
Walk on without me, just leave me limping behind.
Because we all know that the broken are alone.
Travelling this Earth without a place to call home.
There's a sadness in theireyes that you can't comprehend.
And we'll keep explaining to you, again and again.
But I can't give you happiness. No, I can't give you love.
Even angels cry when they look down on me from above.
Because they know of my intentions, my pure loving heart.
But how it's corrupted by darkness from the very start.
Satan was God's favorite and he was cast out, too.
Maybe that's why him and I get along. He knows what I've been through.