The hate filled me,
Filled all of me
It took all of me
The hate for myself
Now it's gone, it's over
It's gone and it has left me,
Left me in pieces
It tore me apart
Made me do things I wouldn't,
Wouldn't normally do
Now it's gone, it's over
It's gone and it has left me
But the bad habits are still there
They remain,
Remain wanted
Almost
I went to sleep with my hand around my throat the other day.
I realized this when I woke up and I didn't remove it immediately.
In fact, I kept my hand there for a few moments until I picked my body up from the dirty floor.
I missed that reassuring familiarity.
That sign of death.
I missed it.
The hate filled me,
Filled all of me
It took all of me
The hate for myself
Now it's gone, it's over
It's gone and it has left me,
Left me in pieces
It tore me apart
Made me do things I wouldn't,
Wouldn't normally do
Now it's gone, it's over
It's gone and it has left me
But the bad habits are still there
They remain,
Remain wanted
Almost
Ricka I · Sat Mar 10, 2007 @ 02:58am · 2 Comments |