Tragic thoughts of you leaving
Now becomes a reality
I’m sick of things
Not what they seem

Your gonna leave me now
To walk this road alone
A tragic thought
That I'd rather not face

A habit I now have to break now
No more of a drug that kept me so high
Your gone and I'm hitting the bottom
No one left to pick me up

I've got nowhere left to run
Trapped..backed into this corner
Now its time to turn around
And face you.

I want you to hurt
I’m sick of being the one who is left screaming
All alone again
Such a tragic thought


Note- I never meant for this to become a poem, and i still dont think it is,
but my friend urged me to submit it. This was just a bunch of skattered
thoughts after this girl...well you all know how it goes.
 
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