I've never smiled this much,
Not after everything.
I have a sob story as my past,
Little flash backs every now and then.
I've told you everything that's wrong with me,
And you're still around?
I've always been a victim of my own mind,
Ever since the last incident where I broke down.
Kiss my scarring wounds,
Help them heal.
Kiss my scarring lips,
Help them stay silent.
Just a week or two ago,
I let everything spill.
You're still around.
Just a week or two ago
I fell apart.
My own stupid actions.
My thighs are still bleeding.
I have a sob story as my past,
Little reminders of how pathetic I am.
I grew up pratically alone.
Abanonded,
Molested,
Almost raped,
There's so much no one knows...
There's so much not even you
Should care about.
I'm a target in my own way,
Only the worst would want to
Get close.
You're different?
Why do you care so much about something like me?
I never mattered to anyone,
Why are you lying?
My thighs are still bleeding.
My sob story is meaningless.
My scarring lips will learn how to stop speaking so loudly.
My mind will alway remember when I was so happy.
I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare,
Too bad that you're here.
Your lying isn't getting me anywhere.
I just want to be as happy as I was.
You pulled me out of my own darkness,
Just to push your own into my skin.
To make your own wounds,
Your own scars.
It worked.
My thighs are still bleeding,
You know my stories,
You've kissed these lips,
You're the only thing on my mind lately.
You became my nightmare,
My happy nightmare.
Apart of my sob stories.
-The Broken Poet </3
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