I tried to cry in the night air so smooth and crisp-
I wanted to let go but in my heart I knew I couldn't,
they say you know of what you should do in the moments you truly think you shouldn't-
with me,
it's all the same;
the overwhelming feeling of frustration that seems to hang onto every word I cannot seem to inspire to willingly produce;
I cannot let go of the guilt and shame that seems to plaque my memory both night and day;
who am I to you;
why do you care to want to send me away;
can't you see I cry your name;
can't you understand that my heart is truly broken by you comments that you pretend to live by;
why must I be punished for the mistakes you made;
let me go;
let me fade;
a memory without shame is all I want of my name in your
vocabulary,
but yet it's a leaking faucet;
repetitious until it is fixed and then held in like the water is so
until let out;
screaming to be vindicated for the unjust gain you committed that people scream as treason;
stay away and keep your shame;
me my friend-
I'm fed up with your games;
and never again will comprehend what you mean or not because your just another person with another face;
so stay away and leave me alone because who you are is not who I remember;
you mean nothing to me and forever that shall be...