I don’t want to be here.
My heart is a tare.
I want to die,
But all I do is cry.
I want to go home.
But I don’t know.
My life isn’t the same.
Is it a shame?
Wanting to be love by?
By someone who is up above?
You left me when I needed you the most.
You just had to drive to the coast.
I told you not to.
I loved you.
Doesn’t that matter?
You shattered my heart like a broken platter.
