I wanted to write an angry song, but I wrote yet another sad song.
I want to show you, my venom, I feel poisoned, I feel unable.
I’m still buried by this, still crushed by all of it, it means nothing to you.
I want so bad, for you to comprehend, the void and the chasm, the empty shell.
I know I said I forgave you, like the way, you said I could trust you.
I cant forgive you, I’m to busy trying to forget you.
Sack the happy times, I should have never met you.
I’m so dead to you, I was almost dead because of you.
You show no signs of care, no signs of guilt.
Like I slashed my wrist, and the only thing, that bothered you.
Was how the blood would look on you. Quickly wash it away from you.
I’m past loving you, although I still do.
You are a virus, I’m patient zero.
You change feelings, like I write poems.
You are hidden, but I see you, I see all of you.