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I sat and I waited, for a measley response, not even it's alright, or I never want to see you again.
It's been what feel like months, but really are only weeks, since you have responded, to anything I sent.
I sat and I waited, for weeks on end, those weeks turned to months, and months to years.
I harbor this hope, that one day you'll respond, but hope harbors heartbreak, for when it all goes wrong.
Surely I've not done muchbad, to wait for 3 years, to always check my emails, and never find anything from you.
So here I stand, lonely and lost, wishing you'd be here, for when it all ends.
Now I lay here, holding the knife limply, wishing you'd be here, to see what you've done.
To see what not saying, anything ever again, has caused me to do with this knife, again and again.
So now I lay here, with only seconds to live, wishing you'd responded, and not ended my life instead.
This is for someone that was dear to me until I screwed it up and he never responds to my emails or even gets on anymore. I am sorry. Please don't let this become reality sad
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