You ask me If I’m okay
But don’t really want my answer
I am tired
I am sick
I am worse
And I’ll admit it
Just cut me I swore I won’t bleed on you
Just don’t lie, I can’t take that anylonger
Tell me you hate me
I’m ugly
I’m awful
That you want me dead
be honest and brutal
Discourage my ideas
Cut me deeper then a knife
May words be your weapon
I am not the best at anything
The one thing I can’t figure out
Is why you keep talking
Why you keep lying
I know your nice
And I appreciate the effort
But I’d wish you’d stop
It does more damage then good
I know where I fall short
I hate myself
Talk to me and I’ll love you
Just don’t don’t complement me
It just reminds me where I lack
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4 comments:
I was just thinking about this today. About how people lie to make you feel better but it's doing more harm than good. I'd rather know the truth so I can focus on improving than go around thinking I'm amazing when i'm not Right?
your words blow me away! theres so much truth in them
your defiantly right, and thank you
You write very well.
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