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The smell of cigarettes had become home.
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The Smell of Cigarettes has become home,
With this Whiskey bottle; I'm in the zone,
I drink away my pain,
This Shit is driving me insane,
My Reality is hell,
Cut my wrists; WHOOPS! I fell,
I hide behind the whiskey tears,
and all the scarred Fears,
You carved love into my heart,
With empty promises and lies; all from the start,
Take my Hand in yours for one last time,
Tell me that everything is fine,
Dance to the same tune we used to,
do the things we like to do,
Show me you really cared,
Show me how much love you really bared,
Tell me why you took my life,
With a Rusty fucken knife,
Why you shoved it through my heart,
Tore what I called safe apart,
Brought back the fears,
and these Wretched tears,
Do you dare tell me why you made me die,
Why when You promised me you'd never leave; You lied,
You fucken fed my bestfriend the same lies,
I Hope she also dies,
For being caught in his web,
Leaveing her for the dead,
Maybe soon she'll learn,
That What I yearn,
Is what I dare,
To Face in my Nightmares.

Nightmares of him leaving me again,
Nightmares of him saying that then,
He'll never love me,
Never save me.

Save me from this pain and Sorrow,
Hoping to not wake up tomorrow,
Hoping that he'll stab me in the chest,
Because of this mess,
That he caused,
When He said its over and then paused.

Sending me mixxed Messages,
From the confort of the front hedges,
Shying away from what we used to feel,
Because he knows I cant deal,
With all the shit he's putting me through,
What the hell is a girl to do,
But to drown her self in Whiskey tears tonight,
Because nothing was ever allright.

Now she smiles all day,
Because she never wants to say,
That She hates him,
Even when the light grows dim,
She feels raped of life,
Because he promised she'd be his wife,
4 months engaged,
Leaveing me outraged,
that 10 months was on enough,
For the guy who thinks he's so tough.

He pratically put this knife in my hand,
Pratically took a stand,
And told me i am better off dead,
Drifting away as the floor turns red,
He Never knew how much I really cared,
because I never dared,
To hand him my heart of gold,
Because one day i want to grow old,
In his arms,
Because I didnt want to cause him any harm.

Why does it have to be this way,
Why can't he just say,
I love you,
And I can reply I love you too,
I take one last drag,
Say goodbye to the mirrior image of this hag,
Take the knife in my hand,
So that he'll understand,
that when I truely shatter my heart,
That when I tare it apart,
with his own knife,
On his bathroon floor; leaving this life,
Because he killed me.
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#2
I like it!
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#3
really?
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#4
Yes really.
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#5
It's pretty deep if you ask me.
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#6
Erin did u totally skip over this:
Quote:You (bad word)en fed my bestfriend the same lies,
I Hope she also dies,
For being caught in his web,
Leaveing her for the dead,
Maybe soon she'll learn,
That What I yearn,
Is what I dare,
To Face in my Nightmares.

Quote:But to drown her self in Whiskey tears tonight,
Because nothing was ever allright.

Quote:He pratically put this knife in my hand,
Pratically took a stand,
And told me i am better off dead,
Drifting away as the floor turns red,
He Never knew how much I really cared,
because I never dared,
To hand him my heart of gold,
Because one day i want to grow old,
In his arms,
Because I didnt want to cause him any harm.

Why does it have to be this way,
Why can't he just say,
I love you,
And I can reply I love you too,
I take one last drag,
Say goodbye to the mirrior image of this hag,
Take the knife in my hand,
So that he'll understand,
that when I truely shatter my heart,
That when I tare it apart,
with his own knife,
On his bathroon floor; leaving this life,
Because he killed me.

it is deep...ITs my feelings in a nutshell.
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#7
No I didn't skip it.
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#8
okey dokey.
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