Wednesday 5 March 2014

Spent

Spent, empty, drained
It's all gone and yet
There's still so much pain
He's mad at me once again
Though I tried I could not make him see
Told him of my deepest hurts
He just dismissed them as naught
Only cares about his own reality
No real love for me
True colors shining through
Says he loves me: that's not true
Well let him fume
I'm done
I'm gone
I'm out of here!


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