I played the song you wanted me to hear

when all I did was to hug myself out of fear,

I couldn't think of any words to describe,

the feeling I had when the music starts reaching -

to myself that night.

There was an ache in every word

that hit my heart so quickly.

I don't know if it was sadness visiting me,

or the loneliness that's trying to **** me.

People aren't the same in my eyes

anymore

most of them became poems,

something I didn't thought I would write about.

My heart is ripped out,

and knocked sideways

I couldn't even tell

how much I'm dying in pain.

I've been wallowing in sadness;

and wrapping myself up with self pity

Maybe I'll get over it,

Or maybe not.

He was magic,

full of illusions and tricks.

He was too good to be true,

little did I know

I was being fooled.