The Freak Show


Why is it that I feel sad,
but its so hard to cry.
or easy to panic,
over every last moment.
Why do you linger in my head.
why do you show up when,
I'm covered in sorrow.
its a never ending cycle of love and hate.

The days I'd spent blessing your crown.
The months I'd cover my eyes in your darkened call.
The years I've spent loving you so!

All you did was walk away,
and punished my heart.
you knew my pain well,
and yet you smiled.

Yes! Now months I will spend,
Imagining your awful world,
as death is sure to come.

So leave me be.
Im dying!
Im dying!
"Just go..."
forever my freak show!

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