Savage, bitter me

No matter which way or how far I seem to walk...
it always seems the same.
Staring at my feet,
skipping the cracks to prevent the misfortune,
that is destined to begin its cycle.

But somehow it helps me.
It helps drown the sound of the voices out.
They tell me i'll be better off without you.
But the thing is they dont know you like i know you.
Well, the sides of you that i thought i knew.

The path that I walk upon reminds me of us.
broken, cracked and rough.
It seems to be harder
to walk on each time I go down this road.
But who am I too judge?

Last night, I prayed
For the first time since I was a little girl.
I Prayed for you. I prayed for me. But, never as one.
My words were husky as I cried.
If there is a god, he probably couldn't understand me.
"please... help him see, Please help him... see"
"please... make this easy, Please make this... easy"

Broken breath, Savage bitter me.
still walking.. still skipping cracks..
And if i slip through the cracks somehow..
you'll have me wont you.
just like i always wanted..