I use to tell myself,
it'd all be okay,
because he'd never leave me,
like most my friends,
but then the day came,
where he left too.
It was like one,
of my nightmares,
had came to life,
only it was really happening,
not many still listen to me,
though I use to have something to give.
Hope,
love,
confidence,
I wish I knew,
what all those words meant now,
for they mean so little to me anymore.
I use to have a life,
but it turns out,
all of us can leave,
no matter what we say,
or promise,
my belief in promises is growing weak.
There's not much left,
so take some while,
I have a little left,
to give,
there is no heart,
so whatever is left, take it.
