I loved you.
What did I get for it?
Nothing but depression
I wanted you so badly
That I would beg and plead to God
Every Sunday at church
I was like a child,
Asking my mother for the one lollipop
That was on the counter at the grocery
Then I think again
After a long time
"Was it worth it?"
I then remember
That I didn't even like the flavor
It was the worst flavor
It was the worst of all
But I still wanted it
Because I was blind
I cried
Because she never bought it
And I wanted that one
I then imagined
What I would do
If my mother had bought it
With my childlike mind,
I would have been overjoyed
To merely have it in my hand
But with who I am now,
I would've tossed it to the ground
And crushed it with my heel
This is what you have done to me
Feel better?
Me neither.
I can't put how sad I truly am in words.
