this is what happens when an artist starves
a hole for you has been carved
in the forefront of my brain
i feel like that’s gonna leave a stain
written on the walls
scream your name
in empty halls
ask if you ever felt the same
going nowhere
the fabric of my mask is starting to tear
the exit wound in my head is an open sore
black out
and swear i don’t love you anymore
call you
i swear i don’t love you any more
drive to you
i swear i don’t think about it anymore
tell you to your face you are an open sore
can’t you see?
turn into a puddle at your feet
cause your eyes are so blue
and your voice is so sweet
isn’t it funny
how missing someone hurts so bad
but then you get used to that?
-g.m.t.
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
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