Just started writing and this is what happened. Its how I felt at the time. |
The only exception I ever made only lead me in the wrong direction. And now I’ve lost all of my conception. I think I’ve gone too far to have a resurrection. What’s wrong with my definition of deception? I’ve always been strong in my conviction. But you’ve pointed out this fatal distinction. I’ll just cradle my thoughts tonight as I lay in disdain. How could you put me through all this pain? I’m tired of playing this game. Everything was just fine until you came. But now you’ve just put me to shame. I can’t believe I came. I won’t be caught in this rain. If I need to I’ll hop on the nearest train. I can’t be here with you while you’re racing right here in my brain. I won’t wear this blood stain. You can’t be tamed. You refuse to be trained. I refuse to be blamed. I knew things had been changed from the minute you were caged. You’ve been acting so deranged. Things have been so strange. When did you become so enraged? You were so engaged. On the stone cold plates of my heart, your name is now engraved. I wish you would just get in your grave. I’m not going to cave. This is the way that you have joyfully paved. I hate all those things that you twistedly craved. It’s over me that you raved. I wouldn’t have been saved. Nobody else thinks I’m worth it to have braved it. I never felt enslaved. You were always well behaved. I didn’t look back at you as you waved goodbye. I would never cry. I would rather die. I guess you really were always the bad guy. I just can’t help but wonder why. Why’d you have to be so sly? I was always so shy. But it was so comfortable when you touched my thigh. I don’t know what all was a lie. You always looked me in the eye. I have no idea what you were always trying to imply. I hope this is something you won’t deny. For this, on you I’ll have to rely. Please reply. Without you this is something I’ll have to live by. Please don’t let everything go awry. Please. Just this one last time I need you to be my ally. Wait. What am I doing? I can’t let you slip back into my eye. Accuse me of being used? I won’t lie. Yes. I was brutally abused. |