its like im making these decisions
i dont want to make.
and all i end up with,
is its time to stop being me.
i think ive given more than enough time
and more than enough skin
to a game that i cant
win.
and all those thoughts that i push down,
the curses that i keep in check,
theyre starting to slide off my tongue
and into the night
where i find myself more and more
on the dark side
of the witches brew.
ive got nothing left
i dont think,
where kindness is concerned.
i dont feel a push for love
i dont want anyone.
anyone at all.
and those that hurt me
can burn.
alive or dead.
i find a lack of heart
to care
anymore.
you took that.
you had it.
you took it
and trampled it.
and i
no longer want to be
that girl.
no one wanted her.
she just has pain.
and damn awful bad luck.
i am on this petrifying coast
of realizing
that i must give her up
to have anything at all.
youre right.
youre all right.
put me out in the alley
to die by mouth or sword.
im not worth
im not worth
im not worth.
for whatever time i have left,
if theyre smart theyll stay away,
and hope i dont dream of them,
because its all turned to poison.
and theres no goodness left
to redeem your pathetic soul.
you used it up.
thats all.