-In Decaying Reality -
It's you I can count on,
To lend me strength when I have none.
I force myself to forget all those memories.
Pushing forward,
Leaving behind the things you've said to me.
I've burned your bridges,
And I've swallowed hard.
For the things to come,
In the end.
Pushing through,
Love less faith...
Every time I look back,
I could never forget,
I could never forgive myself.
Past ,
Stop trapping me on the shoulders.
There is no grater sorrow,
Than to recall the time we were happy.
I am reminded,
Of all the bad I've done to you...
I just end up shivering by the echo of your voice.
No matter what,
I end up with this mind numbing feeling.
I am dead inside...
Fucking worthless...
It's dark outside,
And the confidence is leaving my side.
So will your God forgive?
It's you I can count on,
To lend me strength when I have none.
I force myself to forget all those memories.
Pushing forward,
Leaving behind the things you've said to me.
I've burned your bridges,
And I've swallowed hard.
For the things to come,
In the end.
Pushing through,
Love less faith...
Every time I look back,
I could never forget,
I could never forgive myself.
Past ,
Stop trapping me on the shoulders.
There is no grater sorrow,
Than to recall the time we were happy.
I am reminded,
Of all the bad I've done to you...
I just end up shivering by the echo of your voice.
No matter what,
I end up with this mind numbing feeling.
I am dead inside...
Fucking worthless...
It's dark outside,
And the confidence is leaving my side.
So will your God forgive?
keep writing.

anyway, worst experience make better poets and make the experience itself somewhat bearable and beautiful. I know this myself used to being a amateur poet myself..
