• We are over.
    We are kaput.
    So why am I still tearing my heart over him?

    I told myself that I didn't care anymore
    That I was over and done with him.
    My heart bleeds still in the background.
    I fool the people around me with my flawless masque.

    A question rises in the depths of my heart.
    "Are you trying to make yourself feel hurt to seem like you actually cared?"
    In the beginning I was almost certain we wouldn't work out.
    For various reasons, we weren't compatible in my eyes.
    But my heart longed for him, it craved him.
    Like a greedy black shadow catching a victim in its claws.
    "Corruption."
    I tell myself.
    "Corrupted mind! Corrupted soul! Corrupted person!"
    I punish myself inside,
    Just to hide the marks on my bleeding heart.

    "I'm crazy."
    I tell myself. Alone in the dark. Fading in the background of the lonely alleyway.
    "I'm nuts. I'm a demon. Corruption Corruption. No one could ever love me."
    He never cared for me.
    "He cared..he cared..but not in a loving way you wanted."
    Thats right...he didn't love me.
    He just cared, like a brother to a sister.

    Back and forth.
    Back and forth.

    My masque is slipping.

    The tears are falling.

    The phone rings in the background of a lonely house.



    Im gone...







    Someone get me some damn medication.