Monday, August 6, 2012

Lonesome Tired

I know that sinking sadness of guilt and madness,
She said she doesn't like me,
I can't decide if I'm miserable or free.
Everything inside me says "hold on",
But I tell myself the battle can never be won.

To make me feel better, kind words were all she said,
like patting a toddler gently on the head.
"You're a great guy", "It's not you, it's me."
I've heard those words, unfortunately.

I truly feel, my Juliet, rejected.
Like there's no place for hope.
I tried and waters have been tested,
but still, I leave a lonely dope.

My heart on a platter...
Somehow that makes them run faster.