i paint myself victim
but i wasn't
i was the one who let you beat me down
i let you hurt me
i let you into my head
and under my skin
it was my fault
i hated the way you made me scream
i hated the way I never screamed loud enough for anyone to hear
this is poetry in the sense that everything broken is poetic. a collection of poems about love, betrayal, hop... Több
i paint myself victim
but i wasn't
i was the one who let you beat me down
i let you hurt me
i let you into my head
and under my skin
it was my fault
i hated the way you made me scream
i hated the way I never screamed loud enough for anyone to hear