I'm not well with words, but I can always try.
I've been wondering why, trying not to cry,
Thinking that something may be wrong with me,
Hoping that that is not the case. What could be
The matter? I surely don't know. I just have to
Wonder what it could be. I just want to know
Because I'm of the curious, why say you love
Me when you crush me like a captured dove?
So why do you, do the things you do to me?
Is it fun? Was it a fun time? Why me?
I really only want to know because it is
Starting to kill me inside not knowing this.
Was it enjoyable to you? Was it fun
To crush me like that, hating all things like the sun?
Was it your goal to hurt me so bad that I no
Longer want anything to do with people, you know?
Was it your intention to harm me so bad?
Does it happen to be a new thing like a fad?
Personally, I really don't know what you
Were thinking. I know what I was. Now please shoo?
I need time to lick my wounds, to heal the pain,
To learn to not fall to these tricks... to stay sane.
You make me wish I never made that swear
To those that I love the most. Why do you care?
No, no. You don't care. How can you? I'm a slut
And I'm nothing but an easy ******** with a c**t.
I wish that wasn't the case, but it is so true.
You are the screwdriver that drives my screw.
There are many things I want to change, but cannot.
Fate is written in ink and tied up like a knot.
Fate is something you can't escape. Something
That I don't want to escape because there's this thing
I just can't get right. What is that, one might ask?
My flirtation, my hiding behind a mask,
My absolutely perfect personality.
How can I be perfect? There is no ability
That I can truely boast over and brag about.
This truely is killing me, to where I want to shout,
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I can't do anything.
I am nothing but to be overlooked. A thing.
I've been wondering why, trying not to cry,
Thinking that something may be wrong with me,
Hoping that that is not the case. What could be
The matter? I surely don't know. I just have to
Wonder what it could be. I just want to know
Because I'm of the curious, why say you love
Me when you crush me like a captured dove?
So why do you, do the things you do to me?
Is it fun? Was it a fun time? Why me?
I really only want to know because it is
Starting to kill me inside not knowing this.
Was it enjoyable to you? Was it fun
To crush me like that, hating all things like the sun?
Was it your goal to hurt me so bad that I no
Longer want anything to do with people, you know?
Was it your intention to harm me so bad?
Does it happen to be a new thing like a fad?
Personally, I really don't know what you
Were thinking. I know what I was. Now please shoo?
I need time to lick my wounds, to heal the pain,
To learn to not fall to these tricks... to stay sane.
You make me wish I never made that swear
To those that I love the most. Why do you care?
No, no. You don't care. How can you? I'm a slut
And I'm nothing but an easy ******** with a c**t.
I wish that wasn't the case, but it is so true.
You are the screwdriver that drives my screw.
There are many things I want to change, but cannot.
Fate is written in ink and tied up like a knot.
Fate is something you can't escape. Something
That I don't want to escape because there's this thing
I just can't get right. What is that, one might ask?
My flirtation, my hiding behind a mask,
My absolutely perfect personality.
How can I be perfect? There is no ability
That I can truely boast over and brag about.
This truely is killing me, to where I want to shout,
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I can't do anything.
I am nothing but to be overlooked. A thing.
My thoughts, my feelings, in the form of an epic poem.
