Now that I’m no longer perfect
In your eyes-
Which steps of myne
Would you like to see erased-
Would you rather I took back?
I laugh.
You say you want it all-
Nothing held- no closed doors
And yet as soon as the blood pours
You start vomiting your self-righteousness
All over the carpet.
You cling to your mortality
And it’s pathetic.

Your eyes staring at me
Like I’m the freak
That decided to be human
And live with my past-
With my mistakes held like scars
Upon my forearms.
Yah, I’ve been there.
Get over it.
At least I made the choice to be real.
To feel my demons
And even let them control me.
Yes that was a knife
And that is an empty pill bottle.
I could care less.
It didn’t work. I’m still h ere
And at this moment
I find you staring at me.
Honestly, I thought your soul was stronger than that-
Than coffee in the morning
That doesn’t quite wake you up.