It aint my fault,
It aint my fault if people see the flower,
Not its thorns,
And then blame it later,
If it caused them hurt.
It sucks,
It sucks how everytime I try to stand tall,
It weighs me down,
And people lemme know,
I didnt try enough.
Its cruel,
Its cruel how my own mind,
Tells me I am not good enough,
And how my own heart,
Accapets it with no questions.
I am human too.
Trust me when I say "shit is messed up",
Make me spill,
About how my universe,
Slowly is crashing down,
And how,
I am trying my best,
To stay afloat,
And if I drown,
It not your fault,
But my own.
Life is like this hail storm,
Instead of ice,
Expectations, words,
Comments and hurtful shit,
Making this fake smiler,
To break down,
And no longer stay strong,
To lose oneself,
To pollute her,
Further with hate.
As the night comes,
And the darkness,
Starts consuming
As the sun sets at the horizon,
The fear,
The anxiousness,
The anticipation of something,
Will go wrong,
Maybe it did.
It did.
I dont think,
I can go on,
And if u do care,
I hope you do,
Save me from the mess,
Save me from my own mind,
And help me create a new universe,
Cause my one has shattered,
Leaving me all alone,
To fend for myself,
Which wont last long,
Trust me,
It wont
