Wicked
I am wicked.
I am scarred.
feeling lost in this apothic world.
Never felt so dead inside.
Wishing you would've stayed by my side.
Nothing matters but broken hearts.
How something like love broke me apart?
Here I sit among the graves,
for the dead to take me with them instead.
The darkness flowing through my mind,
wanting damage done to everything.
causing havoc, inflicting pain.
Screaming out that love is cold.
I have never felt so alone.
No one to save me.
I'm hateful inside.
That dream of living is no longer alive.
What can the wicked get from life?
If there is nothing but strife.
I tried my best to move forward,
but nothing will be my redeemer.
I will remain damned and alone,
for I am not the girl you've once known.
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