Plastic Razorblades For Suicidal Kids

So now I know better than to,
Get my hopes up just for you,
Failure is part of your nature,
I guess I needed to make sure,
That throughout all of this pain,
Not one thing has ever changed.
You lead multiple lives somehow,
With intents of pulling me down,
To be miserable just like you are,
With little empathy in your heart.
Like wanting oil and water to mix,
You nailed me onto your crucifix,
Trying to do what can’t be done,
And create a different someone,
Out of things that do not belong,
To blend with each other at all.
You love me most the time I need,
You to be here for me the least,
I feel like I’m repeating myself,
Everytime I’ve needed your help,
Since you will not ever change,
The outcome is always the same.
I gave you benefit of the doubt,
For this very last time without,
Weighing all the consequences,
Or worrying about the expenses,
So you can fuck it all up again,
And bring life to this bitter end.

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