Erraticness

The Art of Letting Her Go

Fucked-up situations invades my system,
Caught up seniors trailing right behind me,
Imprisoned out in iron bars compelling guilt of the aftermath,
Nothing else that I could do, hence the chance for vengeance,

Parents, friends, authorities,
They all let me out and consoled me,
But, sorry to say this,
Thanks for the effort, they couldn't keep me company,

I'm pained and pleading,
I'm bruised and bleeding,
I'm scarred and shattering,
I'm zapped and zigging,

As I got away from everything,
I turned up the music,
Plugging my headset and not minding anything,
They tried taking me out but it won't work for me,

I locked myself in my room with nothing,
Cold walls bear what I'm doing,
Knuckles tired on punching everything,
Silent cries dwelling on my face is just never ending,

Nicotine, cocaine, I had it all done,
Drugs, marijuana, I sucked them all out,
Why am I still here?
Can't I be with her instead?

Just as I thought,
She was brought,
Knocking on my door as I thought,
My mind over-analyzing as I fought,

Opening the door,
Looking right at her,
Oozing hot and being pretty right after,
Loving the sight my eyes is feasting over and under,

She pulled me for a warm hug that I almost cried,
I stood on my ground, not losing the state of my mind,
Her question pierced me, "Are you mad, baby?"
I pushed her away in haste, just doing the plan that's laid,

"I wanna break up," I blurted out,
Her eyes were on the verge of crying, and I hated to see it,
Closing my door while fumbling while on that,
I murmured the words that's true, "I love you, really, but it pains me,"

(Not sure if this is a confusing poem or just a summarized story.)