I'm a terrible person

Sometimes I see people struggling just to survive
They've got words on a cardboard sign
and sometimes
I don't help them out


I'm a terrible person

I've got two hands
a heart
a mind
a little cash in my pocket
and yet I still don't choose to use them wisely

but most of all
I'm terrible because
of all the people I could have chosen
I chose you

I chose you and I let myself keep choosing you
I let myself cry and ache
I sacrificed myself to have you and now
I'm broken


I'm terrible because I'm weak
I'm weak and you're gone
This wasn't the ending I planned.