I should have a future, a life
But I see you together and it's a knife
I should be over you
But I think we could be true
Maybe I should dance or sing
I know I'll be with you when bells ring
Can't seem to shake
This awful heartbreak
You're with him, you dont care
Could say I love you; I wont dare
You might reject me
And that, my death it will be
It's now that I am dead
Where in sleep do I lay my head?
It could have been suicide or peaceful rest
It will be my final test
Maybe you didn't mean to hurt
But bleeding now I'm in the dirt
Will you be my angel?
Help me from the dust, live to tell
Or go ahead and turn your back on me
Find another “meant to be”
I'll try to live but they were right
I shouldn't have given my life to this fight
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoesiaPretty much a window to my soul over the past few years. Some poems that were written earlier are of not as good quality, so forgive that. This is a collection that breaks the window to my life.
