I'm angry and I'm hurt see I thought you were the best but you got me feeling worse
You pushed me to the point where I'll never feel again.
Cant judge a walk by the shoes they lace
Writing poems just to escape
A dead soul that's fighting for Revival
I was never in the form of perfection
Hoping for survival
Every time I felt something they would remind me I was nothing
You were chapters in my book
When I was merely a line in your book
Your smile made my day
So I just stare at the rope wishing my life would expire
For one closed door there someone sitting outside of it thinking if it should be open
