Love is all a lie

but just to me.

Pain is the last thing that makes me cry.

It's the only thing that makes me truly see.

Everyone I've loved.....they can go die in a hole,

because they don't deserve all the time and innocence they stole.

I'm finally mad instead of sad,

I've stopped crying and started yelling to release the bad.

Playing me like a toy, a toy for a stupid young boy.

I don't wish harm, I wish heartbreak.

I want their hearts in the palm of my hand for me to take.

I want them to see, it was a bad mistake to have ever decieved me.

I'm giving up this victim act

because from now on, I'm on the attack.