You break me every day

You break me down and I break down at some point

Every day the heartbreak finds me and I wander the halls wailing like a ghost

Like a ghost

I never wanted to be a ghost

I just hope to die every day

It’s not the same I don’t want to be left behind I don’t want to be here any way

In what defense do I call I have none I never had any

Come at me with the sharp things you want to say

They’re true aren’t they?

Or you wouldn’t think it.

It must be true then.

To be thought.

My mind and my body are failing me they want to go back to bed and never get out again

I’m so tired so tired I can’t feel anything

Not even the sting of words said unsaid

Please just follow me

I only thought I knew you wanted me

But I don’t have anyone else

The set up becomes so oppressive

When the build up just leads to a punch line

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