I won't leave now
I'll cry when it's a mess
I'll keep on pretending
I'm a *******
I guess
To the pain of my own life
I can see how this ends
It ends with you walking,
Me crying
Of course you won't change
You never have
I never could
But I'll be wallowing
With the tears,
I'm swallowing
And in a way I'll be happy
With the way
This was meant to be
Please leave me some critique if you have any. I feel like this poem still needs some editing.