The Ghosts of my past.

November 2nd, 2008-In The Rain.

I’d wait for you in the rain;

Through the physical and emotional pain.

You wouldn’t wait for me.

I’m not waiting around to see.

Why should I keep you so close?

It’s like I’m taking a huge overdose.

You don’t seem to escape any thought.

Every memory of you I fought.

I guess my blue eyes can’t see.

I’m nothing to you; like you’re everything to me.

You grab my hand, and act like you care.

But I walk away, like you’re not there.

I know your, “i love you.” is a lie.

Every time I hear it, I just want to die.