Sticks And Stones

With you I thought things would be different,

This is somehow what I naively believed

My life seems to be a repetitious vicious circle,

So again I have been utterly deceived

All I wanted in life was to be loved

And someone always to be there for me

This vicious cycle of being used and abused

Will never stop turning you see

So now I’ve lost that bright spark inside,

The one which made me sing all night and day

For now I am merely a shadow of my true self,

And the stitches holding me together have frayed away

Once I was an astounding night sky full of stars,

A luring mysterious ocean so vast and deep

But now I am nothing more than a wilting rose,

Inside I am so dead I’m not living enough even to weep

I was the daintiest butterfly with the most alluring wings,

But now because of you I have become a dying moth in dead of night

You destroyed me inside leaving not even a single glimmer of hope,

And now I am too broken and weary to ever reignite my dwindling light