&& yes indeed I’m full of myself – View on Path.
A TALE LEFT UNSPOKEN
They ask her why she does it, but she has no explanation.
All she can do is sit back and hide the desperation.
Her surroundings have created a fucked up formation.
People know she tries hard to hide her frustration.
But she can’t.
And no one knows that she’s trying so hard to change.
But the shit she’s seen has the power to derange.
So she takes these hobbies, to seam a little less strange.
And some sort of future, she’s trying to arrange.
But she can’t.
And all she wants is for her Dad to be there.
But he lives so far away and she doesn’t think it’s fair.
He could be part of her life, but he doesn’t seam to care.
And she’s fucking up her life, of this she is aware.
But she’s trying so hard.
She knows she’ll get there one day.
But since her innocence slipped away.
Her life finally turned grey.
In a way she can’t seam to portray.
Not even to herself.
And if it wasn’t for her Mum, she’d probably still be sane.
But the shit that woman put her through has fucked her in the brain.
She saw them lined up, get hit and hit again.
And it’s almost as if she felt, every bit of pain.
But she didn’t.
Now she’s writing in her room, unlit cigarette in hand.
Her own feelings, not even she can understand.
And the truth, if only she could she would withstand.
But she can’t, and now an apology’s in demand.
But she won’t get one. She’ll never get one.
And she feels bad, for putting that man in Jail.
And like the black dog, following her is a black veil.
Pelting her, like rocks, pebbles, stones and hail.
But she’ll stop writing now, before she tells too much of her dark tale.
" game over 😘 "
" Let Him Ruin Your Lipstick & NOT Your Mascara "
" don’t be surprised iCan be full of myself & iKnow iCan’t be compared to no one else. "