This Thing You Call Life

by Diabolic Atrocity   Apr 6, 2008


I'm lost without him, I don't know what to do
Is this happening, is it really true?
We fell in love, I gave him my heart
He gladly accepted, then ripped it apart

In little pieces, it lays on the floor
I wanted it whole, but it's that no more
I trusted him, safe I thought he would keep it
It was my mistake, now my life has been split

Why can't you just let me be happy, God I want it so bad
I want someone I can marry and love, who's ok with being a dad
My hopes, my dreams, and my wishes, I want them all to come true
But I guess in the game of life, the shortest straw was the one that I drew

Now on the floor, my heart it does lay
And I'm standing here, ready to say

I'm giving up, I'm throwing in my towel, I can't do this anymore
I can't live like this, no more hurt, I mean this down to my core

No more love, never to be a wife
I'm giving up, on this thing you call life

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