Too many tears I’ve shed
And not a single thing has changed
Tears make you weak he said,
His smile twisted and deranged
I tried to be strong and wear the mask
To still my beating heart with iron fists
And yet here again I've failed
at my task
In tears again for all I’ve
missed
You’ve left me in disgust
And destroyed all we could have been
An ideal now turned to wretched
dust
Disappointed with the shreds of
who you thought you’d seen
The girl that I could never be
The girl that for a while, I
thought was me
I wrote this a while ago, and it's interesting to look back to. I'm still sad, still hurting, still lonely, and I want someone, but I'm beginning to realize that someone isn't him.
I am not that girl 'I never could be' but maybe that isn't a bad thing. Perhaps I don't even want to be that girl.
I am me, and maybe that's good.
