maybe i
thought that you had
heard what i said
maybe i
bought into that
face of regret
tears shed
biding
time for you to
clean up your bed
append
your dirty sheets
not once cleaned
at all
you told me
I’m trying in hiding
you hold me
I’m crying it’s blinding
this cold me
so tiring I’m dying
oh so slow but you’ll
just go
bold and unafraid on to
make the world less safe sitting
here i wrack my brain wanting
just to hear you say
I’m wrong
you’re wrong
every time i
try to make no sound
every time i
try to shut it I’m loud
so loud
any time i
try to look hot
you try reminding me
what I’m “not” for who?
just you
gettin clocked on
public transportation
seems kinda like
public masturbation
but for you or me?
don’t get what you see?
well it’s not for you
this is just for me
i hate your eyes
you hate me
almost as much
as me
you hate my brain
and body
that much is clear to me
i hate your eyes
you hate me
almost as much
as me
you hate my brain
and body
that’s why you spit on me
scold me on the street
eyes go head to feet
feeling like a fucking fake when i
see you clench your teeth
no person underneath
for you I’m just a sheet
a ghost of empty promises that
society couldn’t keep
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