I stopped caring
When I knew
It was pointless;
And the tracks
You left
They were endless.
I stopped trying because
You weren't there;
You'd give me your pinky
And I would just stare,
Swears mean nothing to me
I don't care.
I looked at your tracks
In despair
All they lead to is early death
And a eternity spent in hell.
The bathroom floor
Was the jackpot for you
I honestly felt bad for you
"Mommy's sick."
Is what you'd say
"Please baby go away."
You followed your tracks
Then fell off the path
You were really close
To death that day
But still that wasn't close enough
Because till this day
You still follow your tracks.
~K.M.P
