Standing there at the window of beauty, watching pain come barreling towards me
I should be happy
She's gorgeous, she's funny, she's smart, she's sane
She's perfect for you
I should be happy, I should be
I can't be
She's gorgeous, she's funny, she's smart, she's perfect for you
You wanted me to be there, to see you see this through
I wanted to, I swear I did
I stayed, I watched
The tears burned my eyes until my vision was blurred
Even blinded with rage and unbearable agony, I saw you smile at her
You used to look at me that way, that glowing smile that held the terrors of my own mind at bay
Now you're fighting her demons and I'm being eaten alive by mine
She's gorgeous, she's funny, she's smart, she's yours the way I used to be
Why does it hurt so bad?
I promised myself I'd be careful, but I thought I didn't have to be
When you were fighting my demons and holding the torch in the dark for me
I thought I could keep my head above water without you
I thought I was strong, but everyone takes a piece of me with them when they leave
There's nothing left of me anymore
You said it would be you and me, you and I fighting the world together
But that dream died along with the decaying pieces of me
And there you were, just you and her
I saw no us, just you and her
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Days
PoetryThis acts sort of as a sequel to Diaries of a Suicidal Teenager. These are more painfully depressing poems that I make up or excerpts from my favorite songs and poems. So many people read the first book, so I hope this one is just as well received.
