When you whispered
Candy sweet compliments to me
In the dead of night,
I did not
Could not know
That you spoke with stolen praise.
You whispered was borrowed from another,
You never believed it or lived it
But I did
And you led me down the path that shouldn’t be followed
So here I am,
A remnant of your
You picked me up off cold ground,
Only to throw me down a cliff
I still haven’t hit the ground yet,
I’m still falling.
Getting deeper and deeper with the rusty razor
The blood is the waterfall called gravity pulling me down.
If only I knew how to fly,
Then I could be a vulture and eat you alive.
Give you a taste of the hell on earth you put me through
The razor blade the cuts my wrists
Is made of the words you spoke
The stolen praise
That was never meant for me
The blood it takes out
Some of the demons in me
Left by your words
Of stolen praise.
The lines crisscross like stitches,
Drawn in sharpie,
Each stick is a tally
Of the false words you said to me,
The stolen praise.
The last gift you’ve given me
The curse of heavy weights dragging me down
Each one represents a time I “failed you”
When really it was your failures.
I am weighed down by your failures that you
Chained to me
With your words of stolen praise
The next time you fail, I won’t take your weight. I’ll let responsibility crush you
I’ll watch you suffer in a tiny morsel of the
Delicious pain you put me through.
I’ll be the one giving out stolen praises,
Stolen from you,
And you’ll be the one twisting and writhing like a worm on a hook.