Its All On You.

by Darya   Apr 28, 2009


Trying so hard not to fall apart and cry
but I'm sick and tired all i do is try
but you don't seem to realize, your blocking me out
you don't even bother looking, even if i cry, cut and shout
I'm tired of all this, why do you make me miserable?
i think i know the answer, because thats all your capable
I'm done with this, your nothing to me anymore
theres no turning back, it cant go back to before
before, when i didn't live day by day wishing i would die
now all the faith i have is when i look up to the sky
knowing that one day i will be free
the day that i will pack my bags and be ready to flee
counting down the days, till you have to let go
counting down the days, till i can set back and glow
until that day arrives, i will be scared
but when its finally here, i will be prepared
all I'm saying right now is look into my eyes
look deep inside and realize the pain that cries
take a step back and look at me, what do you see?
a screw up, u made me like this, and thats all ill ever be
don't admit its on you, i didn't expect any less
if I'm not perfect then u don't care, you only dress to impress
I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but thats the way life goes
I'm sorry its not what you want, but this is the path i chose
i live for myself and not for you, screw you if u don't accept
but when i was having a hard time, u stayed home and slept
i don't even think I'm worth anything, you've destroyed my self esteem
wishing i could take back what i did to myself, but thats just a dream
i can never forgive you, even less myself, for what Ive done
it can never be taken back, my self-respect is gone
I'm sick and tired of you putting all of us down
but you dont realize, that you make yourself look like a clown
i wish you would realize, all the pain this makes me feel
i wish you would stop and see, that i need time to heal
but your too caught up in your world, to even bother to care
what do i have to do? write this poem, thats the only way i share
but you wont even bother to read this, not even if i pray
your to busy for your own daughter, you say maybe another day
well I'm done waiting, i don't even want you to look my way
shut your mouth don't speak a word, theres nothing you can say
this is it, my feelings are completely splattered on the floor
in other words, when i leave this place, lock the door

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