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Lost
I want to run away, leave everything behind.
I don't think happiness is something I'd find.
I'm scared to leave and something worse happen.
But I'm also scared to even think to let you back in.
How do I stop thinking I'm not good enough?
How do I go back to being so very tough?
I'm confused, hurt, but worst of all, broken.
I wish that those words weren't ever spoken.
How could you go and do the unthinkable?
I thought that what we had was unbreakable.
One little thing and my confidence is shot.
Was that five minutes worth me being lost?
You let go of someone that fought for so long.
Do you actually care that I am almost gone?
You said you love me, but deep down I know that wasn't true.
I knew that when I found out from someone else instead of you.
It's sad to say, but you were a huge waste of time.
I just wonder how many times I've been told a lie.
How many times did something similar occur?
I wish the thoughts would stop, they're all a blur.
They rush in, fighting for the spot that you occupy.
I wish that I didn't have to sit here and try to decide.
Do I give up or try to fight?
Forgive or say goodbye?
I don't think happiness is something I'd find.
I'm scared to leave and something worse happen.
But I'm also scared to even think to let you back in.
How do I stop thinking I'm not good enough?
How do I go back to being so very tough?
I'm confused, hurt, but worst of all, broken.
I wish that those words weren't ever spoken.
How could you go and do the unthinkable?
I thought that what we had was unbreakable.
One little thing and my confidence is shot.
Was that five minutes worth me being lost?
You let go of someone that fought for so long.
Do you actually care that I am almost gone?
You said you love me, but deep down I know that wasn't true.
I knew that when I found out from someone else instead of you.
It's sad to say, but you were a huge waste of time.
I just wonder how many times I've been told a lie.
How many times did something similar occur?
I wish the thoughts would stop, they're all a blur.
They rush in, fighting for the spot that you occupy.
I wish that I didn't have to sit here and try to decide.
Do I give up or try to fight?
Forgive or say goodbye?
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