The Wreckage

The wreckage
How could I miscalculate- These lines so perfectly misconstrued to be everything you never should have become- Disgust and you'll be wishing for deafening screams to drown out your debhilitating thought- It's only you- You who order this to unravel- Like a ribbon falling to the ground- I am to bear my soul to you- Only to beg for mercy the moment I wish I could just take that back- When you weren't worth the unveiling- When I question whether anyone is- When you make me second guess my worth- Ignore the screeching tires around me- Theyre all just confused at the stopping- Don't they know that the world isn't to move anymore?- So I will pick up the pieces and I don't need anyone- Self sufficent I have always been- Ill curl into the corner of my oh so roomie bed and curse the pillows for not taking up enough room. Illusions and diagrams. I will give you cold hard facts over this heartbeat anyday. You never really cared to hear it anyway.