i really don't know why i bother staying up this late
forgetting all my friends and important calendar dates
keeping my company away from this place
they call a heart to heart
i drink, gamble, smoke until the memories gone
of how she ever left me to go after someone
she's known him for so long and even i don't know me
i guess it's always better when he knows how to please
so when you think of me
i hope to god you bleed
for all the pain you've caused
and in my mind, you're gone
they say that time can fix nearly all of your wounds
and i know i must have counted over a million full moons
but it doesn't get easier when you're all by your self
i guess that's why i question nearly everything else
and by the time you realized that something is off
you all scramble to save it but the intent is lost
it's buried in the backyard where we shared our first kiss
hand me another bottle to break away from all this
so when you think of me
i hope to god you bleed
for all the pain you've caused
and in my mind, you're gone
i open up a book and try to find meaning inside
but i could never get passed the way they composite the lies
and if i had you hear with me you'd just shout and complain
i guess somethings are just meant to always stay the same
so when you think of me
i hope to god you bleed
for all the pain you've caused
and in my mind, you're gone
you're gone
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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