When you look at me do you see a person?
Or do you just see a shape?
A toy?
A photo book of lifeless memories?
Do you know that the loss of you hurts me?
When you come back into my life, stay a few days, and are gone back to the life you really live.
The life you would be able to stay living with no guilt if I was not alive?
Soon not of this will matter though.
You'll have a new baby, a new wife, and a new family.
One you can love because it isn't broken like me.
I am the old toy you throw in a box and take to Goodwill so that I may be given to somebody new...
...only to have the same thing repeated.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
When you look at me do you see a person?
Or do you just see a shape?
A toy?
A photo book of lifeless memories?
Do you know that the loss of you hurts me?
When you come back into my life, stay a few days, and are gone back to the life you really live.
The life you would be able to stay living with no guilt if I was not alive?
Soon not of this will matter though.
You'll have a new baby, a new wife, and a new family.
One you can love because it isn't broken like me.
I am the old toy you throw in a box and take to Goodwill so that I may be given to somebody new...
...only to have the same thing repeated.