Ive had enough of hurting myself,
It seems so easy, I do it all the time
I feel like I'm being punished,
And loving purely, My only crime
Who is this looking into my eyes
What is this ugly creature that I see
Once I've cleaned the mirror,
There's no going back, all that's there is me
The more I stare into the mirror,
The more I see everything is broken
I'm standing alone in a room of trash
A dead rose, and love forsooken
After all I've lived through
All I have left to ask, is this
Why am I here, so dead inside?
Walking about empty, murdered by a kiss
Written By Beau Bennett
Dedicated to the frailty of trust, compassion, and the damnation of cruel hope
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yes i know forsooken isnt a real word but i like the way it sounded so deal with it lol
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"...murdered by a kiss..."
Took the words from my thoughts. It seems I am not alone in looking at the mirror, and only seeing myself, and image of brokenness.
Well written...
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Aw this is so sad, and I can really relate to it as this is how I have been feeling for quite some time now, great write, thanks for sharing
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