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To who it may concern,
I really must confess,
Life is a mess
And I
can’t stand myself anymore
It isn’t me you’re looking
for
You see, it’s a boy
And he’s more than a toy
I
love him—I think
I can’t be sure, I’m on the brink
And
it’s everyone’s issues
Just grab some tissues
I can’t
help you
I need to help myself too
To anyone that cares,
Everything is worse
Why is life a curse?
I never
used to be like this
Life was such bliss
I’m falling from
my pedestal
and I’m such a fool
Nothing is working right,
and
no one is holding on tight.
I have to remember to
smile,
After all, it’s been a while,
I can’t stop
crying,
Trust me, I’m trying
To you, the one I sold my heart to,
You said you would wait,
Obviously I was a
second too late
You bounced back fast,
I must be not enough to
last
I gave you a kiss,
You, the one I miss,
It meant
nothing to you,
to me, it’s multiplied times two
And I
can’t get you out of my head,
Be careful, the waters I
tread,
’Cause I’m drowning quickly
And I feel so sickly
To my friends,
I know you’re there,
I know you care
But
right now
I have no clue how
I’m such beast
You should
love me the least
And yet you stand by my
side
My ever-present guide
I know when I sit in corners and
cry,
You ask yourselves “Why?”
But the truth is,
the
fault is his
To whom it may concern…
I’m not
better,
yet I’m writing this letter
Just to tell you I’m
trying,
And no longer crying.
I have a long way to go,
This
I know,
I’m taking things a day at a time,
One mountain to
climb
Things are still black,
But not turning
back,
Everything has hope,
But first you must cope.