I don't know how to feel,  but neither do you.  But you decide to let them tell you what to do,  how to think,  and influence your act.  At least I'm not letting anyone get to me like that.  I may not have any friends now,  but at least I don't pretend in my head I do some how.  Your gone and I'm still where you left me.  I am not even sure what I would even do if you crept back into my life and went back to petyying me.  I don't have any feelings but I do willow in thoughts.  How dare you disengage those and spit on the simple and complex parts.  As of now I'm still tangled in this Web knowing I'm going to die half alive and or half undead.

You left me for doing to much, but I should of left you for doing too little.  
It was a bad  excuse for your "best friend"  you have know since you were little.  
I can't change the way that you think,  but deep back in my mind I will forever think.  Was there something else I could of done?  
Or was it just fate those girls would have you turn your back on me  with just the movement of those bruised up thumbs. It's been a few weeks since you left me stranded in the streets,  but your forever on my mind and you won't even take the time to see me through this awful blue,  even though your the one putting me through.  It's hard to see those new photos pass by.  and I don't have the slightest clue as to why,  when,  where,  and how.  It's just a soulles picture to me,  and I will never get to see the true meanings behind the blank screens.  I hope they treat you better,  but I doubt they will with stand your weather.  my true feelings for you will forever stay true.  I am sorry for all I did to you but in the end they will never be able to cure your all of your blues.

why do i care for the things improper
even that sentence it can be altered
i try to stray from the feelings above
but in it lies the ink the sulk en eyes of
i know its not just within me
but i want to leave these feelings at ease
is it possible to abstain from the judgement
or is it in the nature of everyone's dysfunction-meant
i don't want anyone to judge me but i seem to do it with a breeze
it needs to be disconnected because in the end everyone will be rejected

Why has this feeling crept in
The sounds of regret have seem to peep in
The face of doom holds the dagger and my soul is caged in
Love has left the air
And tragedy strikes in the deapths of my dispare
I can't seem to let go even when my heart begs and pleads to do so
What is this and why has it come
Is it for the demons I inspire or the people I have set on fire or for me when I set my own path on to a liars
For whatever reason I must except
I guess this is the punishment of ones true death

They call it steal emotion when you hearts in deep devotion
Hearts lost at sea when I see you with someone other than me
Can't help but feel you around even when your lost and no where to be found
I try to wait but I can't seem to intisipate the feeling that drifts in and out of this fragile mist
I can't wait forever even though I try to withstand the weather
My hearts breaking down and I can't help but stumble apon the ground
I try to reach my hand out and shout
But I don't think you care about the feelings that I hold or that I am a fragile soul when it comes to you and your behold
I wish you would stop the things that you do
And if not ill still be there just waiting on you

I slack at things I've never done if I don't know the answer  
Not afraid of doing,  just the laughed and end behavior
I throw excuses in the air, and say I'll do it later
But it's hard to go back to the things that were barely ever tampered
Idk if it's laziness or the lack of dedication
But in the end I will find an excuse perfect excuse of procrastination

Confusion is not a satisfactory key
But it will lead you to some important questions
The questions that may never be answered
But questions in the end you will find you need
IIt's hard to move forward with the questions un answered
For it leaves the mind running on some toxic fumes
But sometimes it's better to forget the unspoken
And go on to something new