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Never enough

He wants someone he cannot have, So takes all those around him. His heart beats only for one And hers is held softly in a nest of roses In the arms of another lover. Instead he collects hearts In a big black sack, Broken and beating sadly. And he follows the sound of her heart, The one he has memorised And begins to rip the heart she holds. I begin to wonder who he truly loves; Sapphire water or whiskey and ice.

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Don't play a game that's set up for you to lose

I never was what you wanted, you want a slut a whore, someone who wasn’t afraid to lose you. That wasn’t me i conformed my soul around yours and tried to be what you wanted, I was scared to lose you. You where my rock, where you went I went, what you felt I felt. But it was different for you, you didn’t see me and a forever as I saw you. You didn’t want a forever with me, you wanted experience, someone for the moment. I wanted to try, you wanted to forget, I wanted you and you wanted everything else. You purposely do shit to stress me out and push me to my limits then you tell me that I’m crazy knowing damn well I I struggle with what I feel on the daily basis. You make me feel like a nothing. A nobody. You don’t love me even tho you say you do. Love isn’t pushing someone to their breaking point, love isn’t someone who finds amusement in your pain, you can try to tell your self it’s joke he’s only kidding but behind the joke is truth, he doesn’t love you. He loves the games.

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I hate who I am who everyone thinks I am, I just wanted to be happy and I'm not I dread everyday when I wake up, I dread speaking because I know what I say will be wrong I dread moving because something I do won't be what you want. I dread thinking because I feel guilty for everything. I most of all dread sleeping because when my body finally relaxes and I feel peace I drift off and my mind is filled with all of my fears and worries, I dream of you leaving me for something better, of you being stolen away from me, of me fucking something up and pissing you off. Then when the nightmare ends the day begins and everything I dreamed about starts to become reality. The losing you, the fucking everything up, and the dread of never being enough.

I just want it to be the end so fucking bad