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Mei Song Sep 2018
I remember when you packed your bags
Such a haste to leave behind the waste
Waste of life
Waste of matter
Everything was the matter with you
Filled the bags to the brim
With tears and broken memories
The house was silent
No sobs to be heard
You learned to silence your cries
Filled the bags to the brim
Walked away
Walked for miles or hours
Not too sure
You came to my house
Your face buried in tears
You had finally snapped
Your bag had broken
Along with that wall that kept me from you
I helped you up and taught you to stand again
Within a week you were back there
Back in your own hell
Mei Song Sep 2018
Opposites attract right
That's how the saying goes
I'll meet someone so different from me that we'll fit together like two missing peas
I found that person
You
You believed in a god, had a family, had loving parents
I believed in nothing, had a broken tree ripped from the roots
Polar opposites
I loved you but soon I began to hate you
Everything i ever wanted you got
You wanted a girlfriend
You got it
You wanted happiness
You got it
I wanted just a sliver of happiness
I was robbed of it
Robbed by a man I know all too well
My depression
You are always somehow the victim
I am always the villain
Those are our roles in this story
Lets just play along and stop trying to make something out of nothing

— The End —