You said you’d be better... it got worse

You said you couldn’t live without me

Me? The one you never even see?

In the beginning you were so filled with passion

Now I’m on the back burner for when you’re bored says your actions

I’ve been telling you for weeks I’m not ok

Now my wrists hold the evidence that I barely survived another day

You are done there, living separate lives

She’s making your lunch and wearing your ring

Doesn’t seem so done from this side as another piece of my soul dies.

Why do I do this to myself

You were never mine

Just let me go your plate is already full

She knows more about you then I ever will.

By Gabriella Nelson