Hurt the Worst - Nova Charisma

Count down 'til I bleed out

Eden isn’t real, it’ll never have appeal

The window in my room

Beckons me to jump, I back up, and I give it what I’ve got

Now I want to be living painfully

When I hurt the worst I create the most

Take my happiness and I will write an anthem

Take my pettiness and I will lose direction

Red on my arms and my torso

Sitting up, I look around

Why is air still in my lungs?

This poem will never be

Everything I want, full of rampant mental block

I guess I’ll take it still

If I have to own the dark, break the bulb on idealistic hearts

Now I want to be living painfully

When I hurt the worst I create the most

Take my happiness and I will write an anthem

Take my pettiness and I will lose direction

No this poem will never be exactly what I want so break the bulb around me

Now I want to be living painfully

When I hurt the worst I create the most

Take my happiness and I will write an anthem

Take my pettiness and I will lose direction