Emphasize My Interpretations

Is it sad that I've learned to hide my happiness from others so I can guarantee it's safety?

The only reason I do this is so that you can't find it.

Destroy it.

Come, don't lie claiming that you would never do something like that. It's just me! I already know the truth.

The phone that echos with dial up tones yanks at my weaknesses.

Press all the numbers one more time just to know that you no longer exist.

It hurts to be here.

Illusions of bliss flees my mind as the simpleness of life leaks down my red cheeks.

All innocence now covered up with the knowledge you have buried in between my ribs.

The seed you planted has grown too large for it to beat properly. Skipping down the lane it tells me of it's pain the sun has given it. Photosynthesis.

The words you spoke were laced with a poison that dismembers my thoughts and watches them bleed until they are empty and shriveled from the age that only helps them disappear.

The noose around my neck whispers sweet memories that remind me of you.

All the pain your burnt mane and ice looking glass inflicted on my fragile soul.

Why do I care?

Because everyone else tells me they won't.

I'm the only one out there to protect him from the evils of this world.

If I'm the only one taking the blows his words bruise me with, I am that much happier.

I stumble in a world of cannibals that want to crack your head open like a watermelon, but I won't let that happen to you.

I can take the bullets. Not you.