I realised that, you weren't the one who wrecked me,
Or detroyed me, or ruined me, or broke me.
I destroyed myself,
by loving you.
I know that I don't own you,
all I do is attract lost souls.
All the pain is hidden,
some under my long sleeves,
some under my baggy sweatshirts,
behind bloodshot eyes,
and inside my heart.
Broken petals fall from flowers,
in the same way as tears fall from,
Me.
I probably wasn't able,
to make a little place for,
myself inside your heart.
I hate the nights when I miss you,
when I feel so hollow inside,
I feel so empty and out of place,
My mind wanders to the unknown,
and returns with just sadness,
I hate counting the tears that rush,
down my cheeks and collect upon my pillow,
The only thing to comfort me is,
Loneliness.
The only thing I am surrounded by is,
Darkness.
You were my cup of tea,
But now I just drink coffee.
And now I am just engaged in a,
Sciamachy.