Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
Bye
Sorry.
I wasn't good enough.
I never will be.
Maybe next time,
learn how to cut a rope.
The pain of falling
To an immident death
hurts much less
than
holding on to a rope made of barbed wire
for months,
while you dance around
and prove that I wasn't good enough for you.
Sorry I'm not perfect to you.
Sorry I wasn't worth it.
I tried.
You gave nothing I return but a simple meaningless title.
"Good friend".
That just makes it more pathetic.
We were in love you *******.
I let you walk
all over
my broken
aching
body
and recived
nothing
in return
but abandonment.
Lost
Written by
Lost  20/F/probably my bed
(20/F/probably my bed)   
757
   Glass
Please log in to view and add comments on poems