bruised and alone you broke my heart
the words you said cut me in parts
i try to fit your mold of me
but in doing so i realize what i could never be
tired of fighting but it means they care
how could i be so unaware?
why is it so hard to forget the good when the bad was bad
i’m tired of feeling like it was me who lacked
i look in the mirror one winter day and look at my self “i can’t stay” ...