Bad. Toxic. Terrible.
Why are we like poison?
Weed killer. We’re the weeds.
Ant spray. We’re the ants.
People are trying to destroy us,
And they’re winning.
We’re shrinking, dying.
A bomb settled on us the very first day
And it will explode soon.
I can’t say when exactly, but at this rate,
It’ll be by the end of the school year.
I can feel heavy tears weighing me down inside,
Where my heart is. It’s crying.
Not about you. But just the state we’re in.
Ripped apart. Nearly gone.
A hurricane threw our emotions away,
And now we’re not even trying to repair the ship.
A volcano washed lava over us
And my love is melting.
I simply don’t love her anymore.
It’s all ice, my heart. She can stay warm.
But it’s just frozen. Paused. Lost in time.
You can throw a sharp rock all you want,
But it won’t break the bits.
Good luck changing my mind.
Good luck finding someone to replace me.
Good luck living without me.
Because I will always live without you.