maedupea

As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands Treasuring the moments I wish that I had I can't stop growing more lost and confused I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you? As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck No one will understand a meaning so complex I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow Thinking, am I good enough for you now? As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"... And ... Bam goes the bullet. For when I think it through... I really won't ever be good enough for you.

Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true All I ever needed was an overdose of you Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind Making me abandon every daydream I could find Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead Dear destructive ten