I'm broken on the floor, waiting for the day I will find the strength to stand up.
Lately I've been in more rage than a girl should have to deal with.
It's doing things that I regret and I hate myself for doing.
I wish I could calm the storm when it starts brewing.
I'm losing all control in me and forgetting all it gave me.
Whenever I look in the mirror, I can see my mental scars shine through my skin.
I wish I could stop myself when all I feel is hate.
But I'm still lying on the floor curled into a fetal position,
crying about every thing and wishing I wasn't broken.
My tears fall to the carpet and the world dims beyond me.
I worry that things will never be the same again.
I hurt you more than I really ever wanted to. Again.
But you still keep attacking me, ruining all I tried to do for you.
Again.
I forgive you every time and all you do is spit.
Again.
I wish I could forget you every time that you attack me,
but whenever I try you come and distract me.
Again.
Why can't I live my life without you coming in and stomping on it?
It's like all you want to do is stop me from surviving,
but I won't give into you because I'm not forgetting
the rage and hate you fill me with when ever you attack me.
I want to make you stop!
....
But I'm still lying on the floor curled into a fetal position,
crying about everything and wishing I wasn't broken.
My tears fall to the carpet and the world dims beyond me.
I worry that things will never be the same. Again.
I hurt you more than I really ever wanted to. Again.
But you still keep attacking me, ruining all I tried to do for you.
Again.
I forgive you every time and all you do is spit.
Again.
I wonder your losses and all you have forgotten.
I know that I will never do the same.
The rage you fill me with will do the same to me.
It'll tear me 'til I'm just about the same as you.
Again.
But I'm not giving into it yet.
I'm not living that half-life again.
I'm going to survive this,
live life to it's fullest,
and you won't drag me into the pits of dispair.
But I'm still lying on the floor curled into a fetal position,
crying about every thing and wishing I wasn't broken.
My tears fall to the carpet and the world dims beyond me.
I worry that things will never be the same. Again.
I hurt you more than I really ever wanted to. Again.
...
I stand up and I brush off my tears.
I flick my hair outta my face,
and I get back to the world.
Once again.
Lately I've been in more rage than a girl should have to deal with.
It's doing things that I regret and I hate myself for doing.
I wish I could calm the storm when it starts brewing.
I'm losing all control in me and forgetting all it gave me.
Whenever I look in the mirror, I can see my mental scars shine through my skin.
I wish I could stop myself when all I feel is hate.
But I'm still lying on the floor curled into a fetal position,
crying about every thing and wishing I wasn't broken.
My tears fall to the carpet and the world dims beyond me.
I worry that things will never be the same again.
I hurt you more than I really ever wanted to. Again.
But you still keep attacking me, ruining all I tried to do for you.
Again.
I forgive you every time and all you do is spit.
Again.
I wish I could forget you every time that you attack me,
but whenever I try you come and distract me.
Again.
Why can't I live my life without you coming in and stomping on it?
It's like all you want to do is stop me from surviving,
but I won't give into you because I'm not forgetting
the rage and hate you fill me with when ever you attack me.
I want to make you stop!
....
But I'm still lying on the floor curled into a fetal position,
crying about everything and wishing I wasn't broken.
My tears fall to the carpet and the world dims beyond me.
I worry that things will never be the same. Again.
I hurt you more than I really ever wanted to. Again.
But you still keep attacking me, ruining all I tried to do for you.
Again.
I forgive you every time and all you do is spit.
Again.
I wonder your losses and all you have forgotten.
I know that I will never do the same.
The rage you fill me with will do the same to me.
It'll tear me 'til I'm just about the same as you.
Again.
But I'm not giving into it yet.
I'm not living that half-life again.
I'm going to survive this,
live life to it's fullest,
and you won't drag me into the pits of dispair.
But I'm still lying on the floor curled into a fetal position,
crying about every thing and wishing I wasn't broken.
My tears fall to the carpet and the world dims beyond me.
I worry that things will never be the same. Again.
I hurt you more than I really ever wanted to. Again.
...
I stand up and I brush off my tears.
I flick my hair outta my face,
and I get back to the world.
Once again.
