Why do I try,
Why do I cry,
Because you don't love me anymore.
Life without you is a bore.
My heart is still broken,
Because it was taken.
By a silly little boy.
That played me like I was a toy
But then why do I still cry.
Why do I even try.
Why do I have tears running down my face.
Why did we take this relationship at such a fast pace.
My mind is twisted,
And has listed.
All the bad things I can do,
To you and myself,
To make you seem small like an elf.
I thought we were meant to be,
I thought we can see,
Our future together.
But we shall never.
What did I do to deserve this.
I thought you were such a bliss.
But why do I still call?
And cry in a bothroom stall.
Why? Why? Why?
I am not good.
At least not like I should.
I held on tight.
And never tried to cause a fight.
Now when I look in your eyes.
All I see are lies.
When I look in your eyes, I see hate.
But now you are free and bate.
To many women around.
But no one is making a sound.
I agreed to be friends until the end.
But as I lay to bed.
You are in my mind.
Taking control.
Making me not so kind.
But fragile as a vase.
Couldn't you tell by my face.
Why?


P.S. I know that every line on this poem rythme's but i didn't
even mean it to be that way. It just came out like that. This poems means
soo much to me...
 
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