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Poem written in younger days. |
I wrote you a letter in the hopes that some day maybe I’d feel better In the hopes that I’m going to make it through That someday soon maybe i could talk to you I left today because it was going to kill me to stay I couldn't be anywhere but away from you..and from your disconnected aloofness I wrote you a poem I'm’ sorry but I just had to go home If i make it to the other side If i get through it i’ll provide an answer, as to why. How do you care? Are you only mad because i never talk? Did it hurt at all when when you saw me walk away from you or am i just getting on your nerves? or all over mine? I wrote you a song because I’m not sure which one of us is wrong. Because it hurts just like a cancer that is taking over my face and who I am’s only way you make me feel. or how you want me to I wrote you a deal but i never finished writing it for real I just imagined we had worked it out we figured out what I am all about it was a nightmare it was just a dream I’ll gnaw my tongue to shreds, I’ll pull all the hair out of my head if you ever care to read this I’ll be dead or at least inside I’ll have you know I never cried Never so much in my life and not again, i give up. |