Empty Compliments

Wretched, useless, awful
That’s what she called me.
A shirt never to be worn,
A life led on poorly.
My eyes reflect the tears past shed,
And those tears, wasted, to wish I were dead.
So I lie awake,
And live forever in the light of the moon.

Life’s a bitch,
That’s what she told me.
No escaping it,
Decided fate.
Wish I’d known,
But it’s far too late.
So I only cry to sleep,
And scream forever in the light of the moon.

It’s terrible,
That’s what she told me,
As she threw my art in the trash.
If I was heartbroken,
Well it made the scar a gash.
I sigh loudly,
And walk away,
Wish I’d known,
But it’s far too late.
So I solemnly die at night,
And live forever in the light of the moon.

I’m worthless,
I told myself,
As I burned my skin
And turned to ash.
This life I’m living,
Doesn’t know life.
And what she told me,
Added more strife.
So for eternity I writhe in pain,
And seethe forever in the light of the moon.

You’re beautiful,
He told me so,
But in the mirror, I only saw scars.
The one compliment didn’t get very far
So I left him there,
To watch and stare
As I left a trail of broken hearts,
And felt my own break apart.
So now I bleed
And kill forever in the light of the moon

The
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIReason my mother hates me,
Things
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThat I do aren’t like her way.
They
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITell me that my mom’s a saint,
Say
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII“The apple fell to far from the tree.”
Will
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThey ever leave me be?
Only
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWhen my life’s a wreck.
Hurt
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMy mind and soul, why don’t you?
You
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDon’t understand my pain.
If
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYou do, I feel sorry.
You
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICould love me all you want,
Let
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAlone these tears I shed,
Those
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThings they say about me,
Words
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHave meaning, I believe them.
Take
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMe far away, my dear,
Flight
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIs just around the corner.

With these insults I keep close at hand,
I search eternally,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIn
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthe
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDark
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIof
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthe
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMoon.