i wish it was quiet.

too many loud voices

screaming in my ear

demanding too much of me.

.

i don't have anything to give.

my heart's already been stolen &

im sure my brain doesn't even work

.

(if it did,

i wouldn't be in this situation,

now would i?)

.

doesn't anyone understand

that i don't like the rush.

why can't we take it slow?

slow your hands, hush your voice.

boy, my ears are fragile.

.

the only thing i can hear clearly

is the sound of

c-c-cracking.

.

maybe its my heart

but maybe its my soul.

'cause you're just

wearing

me

out

.

by the end of this,

i'm bound to be the most jaded girl

you've ever met.

do you feel pride,

knowing that you made me like that?

.

i hope you do.

.

and i hope that devil

drags you

straight

to

hell

for it.