Burdened

The blood never washes,
But I do,
I have let my burdened soul turn to nothing,
Without thinking it through,

A callous mind,
traded for a once pure heart,
Broken and trashed inside,
But this was me from the start,

Of this evil fucking game,
Only monsters could portray,
The lies or the truth I hear every day,
Who's to know my real fate?

Will I ever be cleansed?
Or will I forever more be grieving,
For these demons that pretend,
That they're here for me, but they fucking have me deceiving,

Everything I ever was,
All that I've become,
Due to the bullshit that slowly stacked up,
I am empty, I am pathetic, I am no one,

I bleed, I sing and I cry,
But the only way out,
Is to continue on and write,
About how pissed I am right now,

He will smile at her,
The girl whose smile could break any mans sorrows,
But does she know this sort of hurt?
Does she have any light to guide her tomorrow?

Sure, she looks like an angel,
She most likely is seen as one,
But who's to say she is?
Who's to say she's won?

I want to be loved by sweet embraces,
cold nights,
a warm face,
that keeps me from scorching light,

I never drew myself to the sun,
Not until now,
As I never believed I was good enough,
But now it's my only way out,

So I will follow the guide,
my heart will map out,
I'll fucking get a grip of this life,
and scream all my angst out,

I will be left bare,
I will be left free,
No compromise,
as this life is meant for me...