Aug 2018
You can’t see me now...
In the mess
That you left,
When you tore my world, proud,
Left me full with doubt.
And you can’t hear me cry...
I feel the pain coming from the part of my heart,
That swore to you, he will never say goodbye.
Days speed by me now...
In my mind, it’s like a ghost town,
Trying to forget the past,
That we had.
I see no chance of healing from my past,
Things keep repeating without an end...
Over and over, thought I found the person who will stay...
But they left, turning my whole wide world gray.
In the mess
That you left,
When you tore my world, proud,
Left me full with doubt.
And you can’t hear me cry...
I feel the pain coming from the part of my heart,
That swore to you, he will never say goodbye.
Days speed by me now...
In my mind, it’s like a ghost town,
Trying to forget the past,
That we had.
I see no chance of healing from my past,
Things keep repeating without an end...
Over and over, thought I found the person who will stay...
But they left, turning my whole wide world gray.
It started out as a poem about my last girlfriend, Lucy, but I ended up realizing all my relationships ended the same. They left me broken, each hurting worse and worse, and leaving me with more and more scars, leading to several mental disorder developments.
