When everyone's gone then you have to decide
Do you celebrate or do you mourn
Of course it was your fault, she knew that you lied
But you didn't know your fear would leave your mind torn
You pushed, you shoved and you sharpened your blade
Knowing that one day you would step too far
But as you walk through the field, your view starts to degrade
Your vision and your eyes, covered in thick black tar
You were blinded to your actions
Or rather the effect of it all
Your time, carefully rationed
All ruined as you fall
When you realize you're alone, you're finally free
But what good is freedom with no one to share it with
Perhaps this was you needed to finally see
That everyone is getting tired of your shit.
YOU ARE READING
It only takes a moment
PoetryWe all make mistakes, but some of us go too far. When all that's left is your wit, your grit, and your propensity for poetry, then it is time to stop moping and make something of it.
