you never wanted me
you never cared
you speak of love
breathing air, im floating,
you think im here,
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.