What Could've Been

I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling.
Trying to forget everything that happened to me the past few days.
Never to know what could have been
If you had been honest with me
In everything that you've done.
You've committed a crime so big
So wrong
So you.
And you won't come back.
It's done
You're gone.
Everything that I believed was true
Actually came out to be
A lie.