I'm Loosing At A Game That Can't Be Won.

maybe one day well be beautiful but for now we will stay broken

It doesnt make sense to me.

You got my sympathy.

What more is there to give?

You already took everything.

I dont know anything.

All I seem to do is lie...

And its it the only reason I refuse to cry.

I've tried to help you,

Now you can help yourself.

"A promise is a promise

and friends never tell."

Your so coserned with your own life.

Can't you see your killing me?

Every time I mend your wounds,

I make my own...

But

You really don't know?

You alway say your fine,

And I know your not

I want to be there for you,

But I can't.

I have to take care of me

Maybe then you'll be able to see,

That seeing you hurt, is hurting me.

 

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

This feels like it should be sent to someone who might have been the muse for the work. It is personal and has the feeling of emotion a reader might long to feel, but it also sort of feels private, like hearing someone in a voice mail they had no idea they dialed your number but you hear them talking to someone random stranger. It is personal, honest, and standards on its own.