Though tossed aside, I am still in your fist
Even though I'm on your most hated list
You hold me down without even knowing.
Getting out is the one thing I'm wishing
For the pain crushes my body, mind, and soul
Wanting to die in the nearest black hole.
But you would never care if I did die.
Only responds you give is "Bye bye."
There is little escape from his breaking grip.
Makes one all that time was a gyp.
It was all a lie, an act, a staged play.
That least… that's how it to me today.
So little you may care, you may say, "So?"
Just one question. "Why can't I let you go?"


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