Sometimes in my tears I drown.
Like drops of a heavy rain.
They fall, hitting the ground,
No matter how much it hurts,
I know that these tears will help,

I will keep going,
and this will not last for long.

The chase is over,
Though it never really began.
There wasn't much of a game for you,
Was there?
Thus the prize lost its lustre,
Lost your lust.
And so you continued to chase,
Eyes wandering elsewhere,
Secretly seeking other prizes,
Real achievements to you.
As I gathered dust on your shelf,
Polished when you needed me.
I will eventually fade into the background,
Phased out by new trophies,
Bigger and better.

To write is to release,
For speaking is awaiting critique,
Words on paper- give them thought,
They'll give you peace.
No reply needed.
Words in the air however, they seek ears,
Firing a response, be it helpful or not.

No.

Put it in words. Just for you.