I am losing words
With all these stabbed swords
Tired of being the first aid kit
When people treats you like shit
No inspiration
Just devastation
Still I write
What for me is right
And I always write a poem
Even though sometimes doesn't know where it's going
Should it rhyme?
Or should it just roll like a dime?
And still these words can't explain
How deeply I am in pain
I was the dark and you were my light
You were perfect in my sight
But that's what I just want
And you didn't become
I stare at you from far away
And kept a smile to myself
