It’s not what you did, why you did it, or even who you did it with. It’s the fact that there was no sorry, no remorse for it. No thought of how messed up it all is. But hey in a way this all saved me from wasting more time when you never felt the same as me. Everything will be fine, I’ll get over it. I just hope one day you look back and realize that I would’ve done anything and everything for you. Three words I promised I’d never say, are all that’s run through my head all day.
When my world feels like its a million pounds pressing down upon me. I’m left struggling against reality, lost in a whirlwind of my own imagination. Manipulating my feelings into a twisted tangled web of depression. To ease my pain into what’s necessary, left my mind up in the clouds. If I fall Its sure to be my last.
I would’ve dropped everything for her, but I guess she dropped me first. Now it’s my turn to break. Open up my heart and let my soul flow. Scattered thoughts melted into suicidal behaviors. Pleas for help lost in storms of shouts. Your words meant nothing while mine still cling to tongue. Three words never spoken for fear of resentment. Turns to three words always spoken in fear of loneliness. Left shattered and strewn across faded alleys. I’ve left my other side behind only to emerge from within into that which I’ve stowed away. Blurred vision turned crimson. Seeing red again.
