Jonathon's Last Diary

I was just a punch line to a cruel, cruel joke
I should have seen it coming
but it’s too late now
I have found some clarity
and you are still confused

I know for a fact we will never speak again
even though I still miss you
This all too complicated to understand
at least I have the scars to show

Scatter my useless ideas of love
I only wanted revenge
but it’s too late now
Tell them what you want
if that is what they want to believe

I know for a fact you despise me
even though you are without guilt
This is all too sad for me to ignore
at least you have your friends

I can’t close my eyes anymore
I’ll see my fallible self wither
yeah, you’re too late now
You are still out of reach
and I just wither...

The End

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