All To Much

All the things he thinks he sees, all his lies give time a reason to freeze.
They make me sick to my broken core, make me want to die crying on my bedroom floor.
If he truly thinks he knows me at all, he can’t see that I want to smash my head against a hard brick wall.
Slowly fading away on the inside, this is definitely not the pleasantest ride.

I can’t escape his sickening touch, his dominance is becoming all to much.
The softness of his hair brushing against my bare skin, makes me weak to losing all concept of sin.
His enticing red lips pressed firmly against mine, it is now I wish I could turn back time.
Things could have been so different without him, maybe I wouldn’t have seen so much trickling crimson.

The deep red lines or an old favourite particular song, I can lose all sense of worth and feel like I don’t belong.
Looking in the mirror is the worst part of the day, all my emotions are suddenly put on display.
Not sleeping at all during the night, it’s my best friend who I wish I could just hug tight.
If this was only all a terrible dream, I could make it end with just a half-hearted scream.