Grace

The guitar can be such a violent instrument

Just scratching the surface but it’s getting hard to breathe

Cleaved apart our souls like there was nothing left

Suffice the depths of my life through something heft

Empty. What more can there come upon me

For I am dreaming nothing more this world attacks thee

Through my soul I freight things will once come to an end

enjoying the day

my older sister loves me

and everything will be okay

Why am I sitting like an open door waiting to be closed

I feel so worthless like all I am is just a napkin

My purpose is to just be used then thrown away

I am exhausted isnt that confusing? I’m only a teenager shouldn’t I be ready to take on the world

No one told me the bitterness and emptiness of standing still

Or that I never read ur texts

I’m sorry ur voicemails are still sitting

In the box above my bed

I hate the fact that when I cry

I sing songs late at night

Sing songs that remind me of u

And pretend that they all were once the truth

I’m sorry I ditched u like it was easy to do

But I cant get close to people who don’t know me like you

I know how this ends

I’ve seen this once again

I will leave a foot note

And ask us to start again

Your heart tells you they’re still right there

But your brain yells out “this isn’t fair”

never receiving

If I gave you my whole heart

I would have nothing left

the bare minimum

Always makes me feel untouchable

But I could give you the whole world

And you would sit and say

“She gives me more”