Good Thing

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When I went to hell,

It happened so quickly.

I didn't even realize, as I fell,

I was taking you down with me.

Now I'm left sitting here

All alone again

Screaming "I'm so fucking sorry!"

But it won't change a thing.

I'll always just be sorry

And you'll always have to feel this pain.

After all, you created the fire that caused all of our flames.

Did it hurt when you realized that I wasn't coming back?

How deep did it cut-

To know that you did this to us?

Was is painful to feel the fact

that I would've followed you anywhere?

I never would've left for good

If you hadn't made it clear,

That your soul was just dead to me now

And there was nothing left for us here.

I gave you my entire life.

14 fucking years.

I let you create me;

Just to watch you fucking break me.

Are you proud of that, yet?

Or has the reality of what you did to us- finally set in?

'Cause I'll never move on

But I'll never be able to love you the same again.

I know it's wrong but I can't just erase the way I was so happy,

And then one day I wanted to die.

And it lasted for 6 fucking years in that hell,

Before I finally gave up hope and said goodbye.

And you should know that it took everything inside of me

To lock the door behind you when I told you to leave.

I never thought that you'd turn your pain into spite

Instead of getting sober,

You ripped apart my heart and soul that night.

I'll never get my closure.

I guess neither one of us was right.

But at least I fucking tried with everything I had

to continue loving you for years, when you began to break me.

I guess you can't say the same.

You walked away.

You left me there and you thought it was a fucking game.

I guess I got tired of playing.

You were never gonna let me win anyway.

One of us was bound to die if I hadn't let you escape.

Maybe you did us both a favor.

But it sure never felt that way.

Just know that I'll never stop loving the person you were before you changed.

I hope you still think of me and say the same.

No one will ever get the parts of me that you took away.

But maybe that's a good thing.

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