I feel an ache.
I feel a void.
I feel I missed the boat.
I feel let down.
I feel annoyed.
I feel I cut my throat.
I cannot blame.
I cannot lie.
It’s me who opened up.
I do not want.
I do not need.
I have no use for love.
I’ll get it back.
I’ll shut it down.
My heart is on the mend.
This emptiness;
This self-destruction
Is for you, my friend.
Don’t worry now.
Don’t run away.
I will do it for you.
I cannot cry.
I cannot pray.
My pleas just don’t get through.
So life goes on,
And we go on,
And look not back on this.
Just forge ahead,
Solid and cold.
Don’t stop to reminisce.
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