If I wanted her back and asked for that to happen,
I only ask because I do.
If only you’d touch my heart and feel it…
I am not the villain she paints me to be in a world full of blood spillage…
The splatter of another splashed by her image,
Grazing her ideas of myself even if I’m seen tripping…
How do I prove that?
Now that she doesn’t even want my memory to enter her mind?
Nor wants me anywhere near the existence of her life?
How do I show her I’m well again,
More love for myself through any crisis…
I feel like I’m fighting for no reason.
I promised her I wouldn’t end my life defeated…