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Shards of Grey
Tonight there's nothing left but to whisper insincere apologies and walk away feeling worthless.
I spent the last six months of my life going on about you til I was blue in the face,
When worse came to worst, I never imagined going on without you but here I am alone.
I need to feel loved, but all I feel is lost.
I need to paint the world in vibrant colours, but I'm out of all but blood and shards of grey.
This knife and your picture and the poems I wrote about you all add up to give me a pile of shredded hate on my bedroom floor.
Give me a match and I'll burn down my world.
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