You've ruined my life.
     Do you expect me to thank you?
You've never understood.
     Do you want me to trust you?

You've pushed me over the edge and I'm
                                                  falling,
                                            falling,
                                      falling,
to a place where I'm someone
                             I don't want to be.

Crashing into the unknown,
                             never landing on my feet,
my head filled with your screaming,
                             will I ever be good enough?

Love me,
       I cry.
Love me,
        and I'll eat up the lies you feed me for
                                                               just
                                                                 a
                                                               little
                                                             longer.

It's funny,
  almost,
      that the facades
           we've learned to love
               are who we are becoming
           and sometimes
       it hurts
   to realize that
there no longer is a line between what's real and what is fake.

Bruised and broken,
     I stand up once more,
         and brush myself off,
swallowing the bile in my throat.


I just want you to love me.