Slow Fade
July 13, 2011
This won’t blow over, easily.
For me at least.
I can’t believe this,
It’s all wrong.
When I say this,
I mean it,
This really is the worst day of my life.
I can’t change,
What’s happened,
Because even every passing second,
Is the past.
Why me?
This feeling,
It’s just terrible.
Why me?
Why do they all get to be beautiful?
Why do these things always happen to me?
Ripping, tearing,
Bruises, and pains,
No self esteem,
Today.
No self esteem, ever.
Worst of all, though,
Is him.
He’s coming back,
Come august, and september.
So, I have nothing,
To look forward to,
Or back to.
This sucks.
All I want to do is cry...
And I am.
This won’t fade,
From my mind, slowly.
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