It's all Over:
If I were to bleed upon this christened ground,
While watching every memory fade without a sound.
Would you really care what would happen to me today?
After all who am I to you each day?
Even though I listened when times were tough,
And helped you stand upon the ground - it wasn't much.
I cared for what happened during your past so sad,
And all you can do is say I don't want to talk to you again.
Where have I gone so wrong,
That these mistakes are wherein I belong?
What was it that I had done that made this decision seem to sting,
I'm so lost - upon dirty paths I cling.
I can't help wondering if I am really all that bad,
Do my actions and words affect the notorious world so mad?
Am I doomed to walk along this lonely road of life?
Why did you tell me that when all I asked for was a little advice?
I cannot even explain nor dare defend your actions,
I cannot even pretend that I shall judge what led to untimely attractions.
Was I but pulled into a gross society of burdens to heave?
Was the path of untold beauty formed with words that declare : "Please leave"
I kept every fight at bay,
Never once asked for you to stay.
The broken pieces I'd pick up and rebuild,
Every lost memory and miserable time were soon spilled.
From one another a dream was built,
Together to remain as best friends never should wilt.
And yet as I look back at these past few weeks,
They never seemed to cease the disappointment breached.
I cannot pretend to know what's best for the both of us,
I am no God that can declare the rightful path that once should trust.
Though hoisted upon a life lay fallen words so scattered,
The dawn of life held a rose that showed life no longer mattered.
Wilted and scorched though burning within,
Tears that stain a streaked face so patented unseen.
Revolve around a world that shows false hope,
Deep down inside you cannot help but mope.
Yet the question still echoing clearly between each word,
Am I so bad a person that each effect be seen as mere toys that remain absurd.
Washed away beneath the ocean's wave,
One last thought and there remained nothing to save.
One more name added to this long list,
Is this how life has shown my true worth?
I'm confused by life's simple mysteries that confine me within these locked words,
The doors are there so clearly seen upon every step.
Yet forward one remains three but back,
What is it that one may truly lack?
Happiness brought forward by those unknown and unseen,
Yet cared for as though they remain within.
And yet one look back and you realize it's all over....
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