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Lies of love
I am who I am
And I can't deny.
Although I forget
When I see her cry.
I would give her my life
For her I would die.
So she's not alone
In love we lie.
I see her suffer
A battle within
I falsely accompany
The world she lives in.
From the stress
My sanity does fry
Making now the truth
From a lie
I wish to leave
I wish to die
Out of love
I no longer lie
My suffering is true
That she can see
that monster I was
Has consumed me
Blood falls now
As if from the sky
But the damage I see
Was dealt from this guy
The blood from me
Is no longer a lie
But out of love
I refuse to die
When I see her
I feel much sorrow
But When she's away
I just feel hollow
How do this happen?
I don't wonder why
Why do I stay here?
Why don't I die?
Because out of love
I no longer lie
the only liar in love is
the only liar in love is passion. it is ardent and convincing but never holds dear unless a drama is a wedge that pulls apart and thus miss what was once near. passion is a selfish fuck that only takes on the shape of love till it has quenched its thirst and leaves the host to die.
great write by the way. I can see what you have done here describing the confusion and the remorse you dont remember making yet own. life is full of strangeness and beauty. normalicy and ugliness. who are we to ever understand it? but without a battle of some kind why would it even be worth it?
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
what happened was my someone
what happened was my someone that I cared about has mental health issues. So when I told her about the whispering I heard I mad it sound like it was actual voices. It's nothing compared to what she has but after seeing what she goes through on a daily basis is snapped worrying about her. I can hear voices now. I should add that I had a lot of stress at the time. But now I have a lot if the same problems that she does. And now I'm getting unbearable migraines. But I love her and I stay alive just so she knows that shes not alone
This is not the story of
This is not the story of beating said girl. This is the story of how trying to show someone that they arent alone in the battle they fight which is bigger than any of you know can cause you so much stress that before you know it you snap and are actually in The same battle. When the blood falls it's from your own body and you have no recollection of what happened. Because you are now fighting the same battle. And you now cannot shut out the voices