What could've been
walls hold it all back i can see you don't believe your own words as they drip like poison past your beautiful lips delicious poison and i don't say anything back i know my voice will break no tears allowed i knew you'd end up playing me him but you won't see me cry that comes later pretend to be invincible even as bullets sink in to my paper mache body shattering paper skin untill my glue soaked soul dripps out like water in a sunset beach or blood soaking the asphalt ground Sign in to see full entry.