I shouldn’t of stayed.

And I think I know I shouldn’t of stayed.

Everyday, everyday I think, everyday I don’t think but it still plays like a song in my head, haunted by the pictures, haunted by reality, cant focus on the truth and that’s the truth.

How did that happen?
Could it happen again?

And again, and again, I can’t help it, I can’t control you so it looks as if you can do what you want to me, to her, or to her, not within my power, but everytime I shower I’m alone, but not truly alone, you follow me like a shadow everywhere I go, I’m never alone, never truly alone, in my bed, you’re in my head and I wish you were dead
truly dead.

Maybe then I’d forgive myself .

  • Author: whoareyou (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2017 11:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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