I sold my soul to ignorance caught by the
hand prints you'd leave across my face.
I'd lie just to keep people from prying into
my disgrace I call life. The questions
always came but I'd play them off as if it
were a game. This isn't how things should
be and I wonder how things could be, if I
just had the courage to say you are a
bad habit I cannot get rid of. The mess you
made me into would never fade, I stayed
silent all that time or you would get violent.
To scared to say but I cannot wait for the
day where I can just leave cause you are
like a disease I was bound to get so when I
say bye if I say bye just think about the last
time you hit me because you're going to
miss me.
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