you always seem like pure white to me,
i always thought you'd be much prettier stained red.
you're existence was never necessary for me until you died. or so i liked to think
you're constant nagging, you're constant meddling and that annoying childishness
sometimes i really thought I'd kill you
how ironical you'd be the one killing me by killing your self
i never treated you well while you lived though there surely was happy times i believe you felt that too
i beat you, hit you, burned you and raped you countless times.
yet you never left me, why?
even if i wanted to, forgetting you my mind my body won't allow
carving what you loved the most on the person you loved the most.
sometimes i ask myself if it was me or you who really was sick
i still sense you're presens in my apartment
i see you sitting in the window on sunny days.
i feel you're hands sliding around my stomach while i brush my teeth sometimes in the morning
it's as if you never left
HEY! kaade i saw a kid today
he looked just like you...
i almost thought you'd come back to me
even though i suspect my heart went cold a long time ago with yours
and slowly i stopped watching the TV where it seemed you like you wear still in this world
it's fucking annoying to hear your song on the pvs or seeing old interviews with you
it makes me forget and believe you'll soon be home
..that really make my eyes spill something wet and salty down my cheeks
...does this mean i still love you?...
I ain't the problem. Byou is my problem.
Tags: Depression
