it�s all the same, who gives a shit?
Just because this causes pain,
you think it�s worse, and so you strain:
you try to give my actions pause,
you say it�s bad... you lay down laws...
But then I watch, I see you sweat,
I see you gasp, I see you fret.
So you draw one out, then light the match,
and now you�re better, but here�s the catch:
My scars are gone just after days,
yours stays inside and waits, it lays,
then it spreads, you smoked and popped,
and towards the end, you wish you�d stopped.
Too bad you didn�t listen then,
but then I think if played again,
you�d still have popped and smoked and died,
if you hadn�t gone, I�d have never lied.
I did still slice, I hurt myself,
but only �cause I was on your shelf.
You forgot I�m here, you let me be,
and due to this, I couldn�t see.
I lost my sight, my reason why,
I lost my hope, I began to die.
Within myself, I�d already lost you,
and soon myself, I was lost too.
You pulled away, and took with you,
My sanity... you left me blue.
You could have stayed and been with me...
You could have stayed and then you�d see.
The wondrous world that�s made for two,
You were made for me, and I�m made for you.
But now I�m gone, my mind�s encased in a cement sheath,
Also... you�re gone, buried now 6 feet beneath.
I loved you once, and ever on,
You loved your pain, and now you�re gone.
Too bad we�re dead, each our own way...
Too bad it ended... and there you lay.
It�s sad that you hadn�t realized earlier on,
It�s sad you hadn�t realized just why I was gone.
Well, this is my poem, and that was my �shpeal�
Too bad it turns out that this often becomes real