Your disregard cuts me. leaves me bleeding.
I act like i don't care, and move along my way.
But I leave these trails of wet crimson behind.
Eventually I will bleed out. And I wont care anymore.
You can only slice so deep, for so long, and then the cuts no longer hurt.
When there is no more pain to leech out, when there is no more of my soul
left to waste, what game will you play then?
You think me powerless because I can only love you
while you watch me suffer.
What good would my hate be, when it would be but drops of rain in the ocean of
your soul?
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