Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics

I want to hurt me, to prove that you were nothing special. I want you to see my scars, so I can scream “See?! I don’t need you to break me! I can do it just fine all alone!”

Posted on by taylorfinn0810

I’ll hold out for tonight,

The same as every night,

But I swear this time tomorrow

I’ll be better, I’ll be whole.


It’s not that I enjoy lying

But it’s the only thing I own;

My words are still my words,

Even if they have no home.


So while everything is burning

I’ll keep pretending I’m okay.

I swear I was just twenty,

So why am I thirty today?


I don’t want to keep going

Because I can never earn back my love

So I keep on leaning over the edge;

Won’t you give me that final shove?

Author:

I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.

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