I know I had made a mistake in trying to be friends, I feel like I did this to myself. A waste of a life, how can someone make you feel so low? As the days progress, I just write, that’s all I have come to know, my paper and my pen are my best friends. I will admit, I’m harsh on myself, I tend to lecture myself and therefore I blame myself for my discomfort.
The debris has become immense
There is so much waste
I feel ashamed
How could you of let it get this bad?
You lost control
Lost hope
And ruined it all
You ruined me
You say you want things to change
Yet you made things this way
What you did was bad
You are shameful
I can no longer smile
Each day is doubtful
I have been pieced apart
I believe the equivalence of you is the waste you left in your place
But the equivalence is not the same
You are far worse than the feeling of shame
This debris has become immense
It is more than I can take
It’s made me lose hope
And now I’m out of control
I loved you
You needed me
And now we will be stranger’s miles apart
Don’t try to be something your not
For this waste is tearing me apart
And is the cause of how we broke up
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