You were my everything.
My sun in the morning;
my moon in the evening
and all the stars in between
but what was I ever to you?
I was your umbrella in your storms;
Your shield in a battle
and the sword in your wars
but to you
I was just a broken crayon;
a notebook missing pages.
You were the open arms that screamed home to me
but now your the cold shoulder of an enemy;
a shadow of what you had seemed.
I'm bleeding out
but your the knife, not the bandage.
You're killing me without even knowing
but Id be damned if you cared.
You had promised to keep me safe,
out of harms way.
You feel like a stranger when we talk
and it makes me cry;
a dull pain pulsing through my chest
but the worst part is:
you don't even know its killing me.
You tarnished my already battered skin
with your silence and your obliviousness.
You were my reason to live
so what do I do now?
