A poem I wrote for some time ago c:
You never ask anymore.
Your never there.
So what am I supposed to do?
I can take the blame, rame it in a frame.
I can hide it all. so you can watch me fall.
You said I deserved better, but where are those true words?
To be honest, I belived you,
but its nothing more then problems.
Nothing more then fake.
Nothing more then I should have expected.