Ruins

Ruthless

My heart aches as you walk near

You, who've once taken everything I held dear

You have some nerve to come to me

When you made certain to ruin who I could be

Are you here to gloat, parade your victory?

I want to go, but you won't set me free

And I'm tired, I have nothing left to give

I wish you wouldn't come back once you leave.

Spent

As I walk, it feels heavy

I know this won't make me happy

So, though I want to continue the show

I turned my back without letting them know

Maybe I'll put an end to this tonight

And accept that I lost this fight

For I can't go and pretend anymore

I can't continue banging on these doors

The fog is covering my mind

The exit is something I cannot find

So I will simply make my own

When I leave this world at dawn.

Why

I can hear your laughter echo in my head

I can feel the love I wish to raise back from the dead

Your footsteps recede, you turn your back

I whimper and stare, still in shock

For even if I knew you're gonna leave

That we run out of stories to weave

My fragile heart can't still accept it

That it'll no more flutter to your smile, it won't no longer beat.

Not Your Puppet

maybe i can climb these walls

show them that i can also be tall

maybe i can open their eyes

that i'm more than the stupid white lies

they look at me like i could never know better

like a mirror they can easily shatter

they talk like i couldn't even hear

they caught me in their headlights like a small, scared deer

maybe there's still time to escape

that i could still create the world that i crave

i have never belonged in this prison

i'd rather die on my own than with their poison.

-D.G. Gir// 04/07/2018

Smoke

Does my love make you feel good?

Does it make you feel things you thought you never would?

A slave to your evey whim

Offered my light so yours won't dim

Is this all we are?

The moon and the dying star

Is this what you meant when you promised me something real?

When I have nothing left to give, will you love me still?

Do you make me feel good?

Not anymore, but I wish you would, I wish you would.

I know that I'm healing when I realized that I don't want to die anymore. I realized that there are still things I wanna do, feelings I want to experience, adventures I want to go to, though I still have no motivation for it. But I'll get there. I believe it.

I want to write everything that doesn't make sense

About you, the moonlight, the fence

But even if I did manage to put them into words

It won't be different, still the same repetitive chords.