Poetry.

{ eight. }

it tortures me inside,

as to how we don't speak any longer.

i tried to help,

i tried to save you.

you gave me bullshit,

and i fell fot it.

you're just a sad song,

who had me fooled all along.

we grew apart,

like it was from the start.

i try to talk,

but you won't budge.

all this effort,

in trying to talk to you,

i've finally given up.

i can't stop think about you,

and honestly,

i don't know what i did wrong.

but i feel like shit,

for trying too hard on you.

~~~

aha this was meant for someone, but i doubt they'll read it, and this is hella true.

done with your bullshit aye -drops mic-

like, if you dont wanna talk to me, great. i wont speak to you because i've tried enough to find out what the fuck i screwed up on.

i hope the person reads this to know how i feel :-)

ok bye