I guess this is normal, losing hope and losing hold on everything you thought was meant to be.
I'm not that shocked, I just really thought that I could break from that mold and let all of this go.
I know I haven't lived long enough to say I understand, but that's what scares me,
I'm only nineteen and already hate everything.
I know i won't let this go,
But maybe I was too quick to judge.
I've had enough, now I'm done, I'm undone.
It's fucking sick that a person can look themselves in a mirror and not feel upset,
Knowing they've ruined someone's life, and left them fucking traumatized.
I can't trust anyone, I can't feel safe, I can't be happy,
But it's not my fucking fault, a wasted life took that from me when I was too young to defend myself.
Too small to speak up, too weak to stand up, left alone on the floor in an empty room. I'm fucking coming for you.
I hate when people say I don't have reason to be angry.
I hate when people say I don't have the right to complain.
I can't help that I bleed when scars are ripped fresh.
I can only bite down so hard, before the bone breaks the flesh.
Endlessly searching, desperately pleading for anything to keep these wounds closed.
I know that I talk too much, I'm not sorry.
Feel free to ignore me, I'm just trying to forget.
I'm not bitter towards anything, I'm just bitter about everything.
I'm not bitter towards anything, I'm just bitter about everything.
I know I won't let this go, but maybe I was too quick to
Judge. I've had enough, now I'm done. I'm undone.