You think you have saved me?

The truth is I’m broken even more 

I’m close to it

That breaking point of no return 

And I know you wouldn’t , couldn’t care,

Even if you tried. 

Who was I kidding?

Thinking things were special. 

We live with our monsters

We feed them. 

We caged them only to let them breathe a little,

to give them hope before ensalving them once again. 

Why so? 

Because we feed on their anger and pain 

And grow better knowing their passion keeps us alive. 

No more bullshit my friend or ex friend or whatever you are. 

Fairy tales for little girls 

And life is a sentence 

Craved with gore and glory. 

Cheers. Que Sara. 



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