Sickness

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The winds howling at the moon

and here I'm standing all alone because

you make promises you can't keep

you leave me on the floor to weep

tired of loosing you

but sick of acting like me

the person you don't know


The secrets that you keep the heartbreak continues

the things I can't control

What is happy?

I can't tell from behind these bitter tears


Were so alike in different ways

broken in half

but still alive

rejected and had

tied to all things bad


I'm moving on

breaking down my own walls

trying to erase thing things you said I was

creating a new version of who I am


Someone tell me its all worth it

because right now I'm not sure

your gone from my life now

and I'm shutting the door.



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