Your gypsy eyes
Reflect my shame
Pain that I brought to you
Hurts me more than a razor on my wrist
An endless stop in breath
An eternal dark void.
What’s worse than dying
Being alone
Knowing I brought sadness to my bliss
My ying to me yang
How can I live with myself
All this pain in my head
Deserved for all the bad things
I must’ve done or said
Not worthy of being happy
Not worthy of being sad
Only thing I deserve
Is to spend my life feeling bad
I repent to myself
At any given hour
For how I acted
To not affirm to her
She is loved
She is cherished
She is beauty and she is caring
Stick in my mind
She is to me
If only I had, the abil-ity
Ability to show her gratitude once more
Ability to show her I love her to my core
Alas I must digress
These thoughts in my head
Because writing to make her happy
Reminds me that I will always feel bad