i know now why you don't love,
you don't kn ow how,
your ice is covered in so much ice it'll never melt away,
you think these boys will make the pain go away,
their kind is why its there,
i help my hand out and screamed for you to grab it but you fell,
back down into your pit where you came from,
far from human eyes,
where you rot with the rest of your blackhearted kind,
the least you could have done was have a conversation...
but that never happened,
you ignore those who care about you,
and chase those who don't care for you,
i know you will never read this,
even though it'll be thrown in your face then stomped down your throat,
my gates have closed,
not forever but until someone else comes along,
someone with an adventurous spirit,
someone who will risk it all for me,
since i am exhasted,
some might think of me a coward a fool,
but those who know... know this is best,
my pain is my own,
i bring it upon myself,
like i said you may never read these but i don't care,
i write them for myself,
as a confirmation,
to myself,
i wish i could tell myself im sorry,
but i can't since i won't listen to myself,
so go away and return to your dark lands to never return,
continue with the madness of bad love,
follow your ways 'till you no longer feel alive,
then try crying to us,
no one will listen to you in the end
club of broken hearts
for people who had their hearts broken. you can make new friends, talk to other people and hang out.
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