Where is the old me?.. Before i hurt again..

every time i say no Jordan i also mean no Heartless either...

You told me you didn’t like me

Then I’m told you did but I was too late

Was it the girl or the guy?

Am I really to blame

My actions have brought me shame

I want my darkness to take over again while I hide in pain

 Make my world a glass of fog

A stranger in my own body

Let me look out a prisoner behind these eyes

Come back to me lord

Break me so I indulge in sin erase this creature I have become

Make me a prisoner again

Bring me to an end before I hurt him again

Take your whip and let it caress my back

Let me hide in your cruelty as you set her out again

So she may devour them

Those poor fools who do not relies what lies under my skin

And I lay just under it screaming as it smirks

Where is my bull headed friend?..

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[quarintine_deathangel]

do not relies what lies under my skin should be realize, I think that's the word you're going for. It's certainly a different veiwpoint than many poems under this subject. Though I see where you're going with this. Nice write. I hope you get things a little more understood in your life L(^.!)J Thanks for writing ^^