"dont cry over spilled milk" she said
Darling I'll cry over you, tears burying me even when im dead
I hate how you were sick, well loved, and well fed
And I had no part in it, banging my head
I don't think you want me, I wont blame you with my breath
The last one I take will be surely well-spent

I was caught missing home
With no one to need me I was all alone
Surrounded by people but never felt warm
Cozy or bubbly like a memory of bath foam
From when I was a child, without the bitter of love-lorn
Looking forward to imagery, never told it was just corny
Made up for stressed out adults, but I was never given a warning

So now I'm here
Trapped in my fear
Fighting for a future of someone not so near
And it's all unclear
Where am I going
Because I can't feel happy and it's honestly foreboding

Goodbye to what's familiar
I need to venture
Outside of the tapestry
Grow not so stagnantly
But I'll admit i'll miss you
Even though you won't miss me
But you'll still make it into my poetry