my scars pained me, but you never knew
you didn’t bother to ask about that
demons only mattered if they were yours
so we both ignored the ones eating me
you made a habit of fooling me
so I made a habit of

covering my skin with my empty love
I cried for you in vain that night
you mocked me for my indescretion
so I bit my tongue on my admittance
you made a habit of hurting me
so I made a habit of

waiting for hours just to hear you
tell me you were tired and had no time
when I should have caught up on sleep
instead of wasting away for a dream
you made a habit of leaving me
so I made a habit of

listening to your meaningless whispers
but I mistook them as promised future
and I took you in to my deepest part
which made it easier for you to lie
you made a habit of killing me
so I made a habit of

dying