You were my everything,
But I let you down.
Now I hardly feel,
Like I'm broken down.
It's funny though isn't it?
How before you left everything was shit.
And now that you're gone,
I force myself to go on and on.
I don't want to disappoint you.
I pray you were right.
If I ever choose to leave though,
It wouldn't be right, Would it?
I used to stare in the mirror,
And scream my lungs out.
I used to draw bloody lines on my hands,
To feel the things I couldn't write about.
The day you left I think I died with you.
I would stare and stare,
You didn't even look like you;
So I locked the door,
And took care of you.
I'd never let you down,
You know that, don't you?
Then when I left the room,
And locked myself in the bathroom;
I cried at my reflection,
Full of guilt from old intentions.
Somedays I let myself down.
But it's not the same as letting you down.
I cry, I hurt, but I won't disrespect you!
I might want to die sometimes, but I'll always pull through!
Only for you...
― Mélissa Gonzalez, 10 Décembre 2019
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