Wilted

6-13-18

Every choice I make is bringing me up empty handed. 

Why did I let things get this bad.

Now it\'s too late.

The doors keep shutting. 

I lied to protect so many feelings.

Never once focusing on my own.

You were right.

But just that once.

Not anymore.

Why do you continue to turn your back on me?

Why was I never enough?