A Road of Poetry

Thanks Anyway...

"I'll be here for you,

So don't give up."

But to tell you the truth,

I'm already corrupt.

It began within

This mind of mine

As the light wore thin

I thought I was fine.

My mind twisted words

From "You're beautiful"

To piercing swords

Like "You're pitiful."

And I live with it

Because it's true

I don't benefit

Even with you...

I mean no disrespect

I wish your words mattered

But what do you expect

When my mind is shattered?

It's beyond repair.

It just keeps breaking.

In the depths of despair;

Darkness' in the making.

It goes on and on;

I see no end

But thank you anyway,

For being my friend...