You decided to reappear when you wanted
But not long enough to pick up the mess you made.
I’m the broken pieces on the stained floor, what was once so clean and beautiful
Is rotting crimson red.
I left before I could hear the words you said.
I knew they would break me
You knew I was fragile
The difference is you didn’t care.
You stomped on what was left
But what hurt the most wasn’t you,
It was me.
I hate the part of me that still cared.
As twisted as it may seem,
When you walked away
You took what was left of me with you.
I would’ve done anything
Gave anything
Even what was left of me
For you.
Why?
Why would I pour my soul into someone who could care less?
Someone who pushes pain away—who pushes me away.
You can’t be happy, you push happiness away.
You can’t be sober, you push your feelings away.
I feel for you.
Not only in THAT way, but my heart hurts for you.
You’ll never find what you’re looking for.
You have to fix yourself before you break someone else.
I know you look at yourself and you hate what you see.
But being with me won’t fix that.
You’re afraid I’ll fix you.
That I’ll make you leave your distorted reality, to come to the land of the living. That’s why you push me away.
So I’m left with one decision
Leave
And bring myself back to who I was,
Or stay
And let you suck the life out of me.
You would think it’s an easy choice to make
But my heart won’t give me a break.