I feel so awful inside
It's torturous these things
So conflicting I can't sort it out
I only know its things I said I wouldn't think
I feel I've betrayed you
In so many ways
I feel it's no wonder
You're doing what I did to you
And I don't mean to blame
Yet I can't stop myself when I do
I'm drowning, gasping for air
I don't know who to turn to
I can hear what they will say
"I told you so"
But how was I to know...
From you I'd only be hurt
I don't want to think that way
I don't want to believe what I know
You say you won't do some things
But what if you do?
You way you'll come back
But what if you don't?

The End

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