Inform
Stop, where are you going? You didn't inform me at all I’m crying, screaming, my dignity puddled on the floor But I guess maybe you didn't have to inform, an informality that wasn't necessary in your eyes So you left I don’t want to care, it’s your decision, your loss But I feel like I lost more, I’m not sure why You were the first one who was nice to me You weren't perfect, beautiful or spectacular, but for the moment I thought you were mine And I guess that’s what made you the most special of all Now I sit here alone, racking my brain for thoughts, possible answers Wondering where I went wrong, or if I did at all I have to go through life again alone, and it hurts and sucks and all of that You won’t fill my days anymore, I have to forget the lies you told Another attempt at happiness, fuck I don’t want to do this anymore I shouldn't be this tired, shouldn't feel this defeated but I do All these t...