From Hell
written words on a page
are how I express my hidden rage
never telling you how I feel
or that the pain inside is real
I keep it hidden away
so that I never have to say
how much it hurts me
you're showing me no mercy
you give me no respect at all
it's like looking in a crystal ball
and seeing that my future is blank
while you're off with that skank
I shouldn't have given you my heart
although I knew from the start
that you would never love me
and that I'd get plenty of misery
from a boy who lies
always excuses and alibis
for why you're ignoring me
it's always the same old story
so why don't you just let me go
instead of treating me like your freaking hoe
I want to die being loved
not like someone who is being shoved
to the end of the line waiting my turn
wishing that my love would be returned
but nothing ever changes
all I get from you is strangeness
people say I should find another guy
someone who will never lie
about thinking that I'm beautiful
and finding me useful
for more than just meaningless sex
a man who will return my texts
and not be afraid of me
or getting down on one knee
to tell me that he loves me
and promise that he will never leave
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