It´s not a poem,
I´d rather wish to be,
I thought you´re the one who set my heart free,
now I´m not sure if we´re ment to be.
You hurt me SO much...
then put yourself in denial,
not feelin the real gilt,
put the blame on me.
But the gilt it´s all yours,
it makes no difference to me,
just the fact that it hurts me even more,
when it lays like that I can´t be yours.
I hate you and I hate the hate,
I don´t know what I´m suppose to do,
I´m just feelin the cold heart´s blades.
I´m not myself,
I don´t know who I am,
if YOU feel a pain,
I can assure you,
it´s nothing.
Mine is worse than death.
So stop saying that IT is just a thing,
you broke all the rules,
now you want me to break mine,
declare I´m just fine
and all it´s worth are just some words,
but your words are no worth to me,
so stop acting like it´s all my fault now,
you´re the firestarter,
but it´s me who crushed down harder.
You´ve got what´s all left,
but for me the left it´s nothing,
cause the last time I remember me saying
I built up everything around YOU.
Now it´s just me, me, me
lonely and bruised,
with no understanding
no understanding from you...



!!a note that "gentleman" should not feel affected as a assault, because its NOT. its my everyday reality i have to deal with, and its just all over and everywhere, i need to put it little away from me...

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