I honestly don't know
What hurts more
And Whats more unfair
That even in pain, a smile I show
Or that my pain you ignore
And tell me I don't deserve care
Are you just self-centred and cold?
Or do I really have no worth?
Trust me, I do try to be bold
But it hurts when you regret my birth
You shove me around
Call me names
I lay sobbing on the ground
Replaying your claims
You place every single thing above me
Making me believe no one will ever love me
I honestly don't know
What hurts more
And Whats more unfair
That I only have my shadow
Or that you cut me to the core
Fill my life with despair
Do I deserve this after all
Or is life indeed unjust?
Was it called for, that fall?
Or is it indeed foolish to trust?
You are a devil
I know this yet stay
So dumb is my level
And my sense of judgement cliche
Trust you despite knowing you are a snake
Let you get to my head again, a lethal mistake
I honestly don't know
What hurts more
And Whats more unfair
The hollow pain that doesn't go
The tears pooled at the floor
Or the fake smile I wear
You stabbed me in the back
As I tended to your gashes
Please cut me some slack
Don't flush my faith's ashes
How many more weeping muses will get trapped in my drawer?
The true screaming silence or the fake hollow talks...what hurts more?
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Hey there, depressed souls!
Who is guilty of missing the previous update and almost missing this one as well?
🙋♀️ It's me, hi! I am the one guilty as sin.(Excuse me, I am a swiftie and on a heavy dose of ttpd, partially the reason for being inconsistent here but hey, I am sorry, okay?)
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