I said goodbye to you once Gave you a kiss And turned my back Put one foot in front the other And slowly walked away
But your the one Who took my already broken heart Ripped it out my chest And left it bleeding at my feet Then let me walk away
I had nothing left to say So i said goodbye Put down the pen Picked up a bottle and a blade And wasted my life even further
I tried looking for another But I couldn't find one So I looked for you again And when I found you I simply said "Hello"
Poetry has been a coping mechanism. But when I lost my inspiration I searched for other ones. But neither one worked as well as poetry. Thats what I'm talking bout.