you never wanted me


you never cared


you speak of love

oh please!

walk away


come home

I’m moving

breathing air, im floating,

you think im here,

I’m going,

I disgust you,

you hate the thought, yeah well so do I,

I don’t know who I am,

so you can’t walk away and expect to know you know me,

something you want,

maybe I just haven’t got it,

leave your shit here like it helped the situation,

walking ghosts around this place,

I want to strip it out,

I got to move,

because staying here is killing me.

and I will end up making a worse decision,

I’m sick of looking at the yard,

the empty chairs we sat,

I fucking hate it,

I can’t do anything,

no one sees how hurt I am

I don’t want to live hurt anymore.

yet, I got people reading our shit, but really there is no one here.

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