Unhealed
My eyes lose course with the sight of your deception, misery propagating in my retinas. Now everything I see is just as grey as when we first met. If this is what it's like living with a lie, I'd rather lose my sight than give you another second of my time. I hate you more than life itself and I wish I never learned to feel. Will the color return? Or is love just a wound that goes unhealed? Bleed me dry and leave. You were no different from the rest. And you're  no different from me. So for the first time in forever I won't let my hatred go unnoticed, cause in the light you were exposed and now you're just the smell of smoke in my clothes. How do I tell my friends that I always feel sick? And that I need their help cause I can't handle this shit. I'm spending too many nights on the edge of my seat. If you were in my shoes you'd fucking chop off your feet. You are every piece of broken glass I wish that I touched. You are the ruby red in my arms just waiting to gush