Every day of pain deserved
Every day of pain deserved
I'm crushed by mine own blow
it justice being served
I've fucked it up i know
i know I'll never measure up
each day I'm growing more corrupt
i hurt and cry in bitter pain
for every life that i disrupt
i will never understand
how much you hurt
each cut i land
for every drop my wrist provides
you heart provides the same at hand
i know each time i hurt myself
i put your love up on the shelf
for you can never seem to breathe
every time i hurt myself
pain is what we both receive
This poem is about:
Me