It's a second too late
for me to beg you
not to go and leave me now,
you have already said and done too much
through the liquid poison you drink,
that I don't think I could forgive you,
nor beg you to tell me what to do
to regain your love again.
It does hurt to think it's in the past,
and to think of all the days you missed out on,
but I have no fight left in me any more
to beg you to please give me something to hold onto.
What worries me the most
is that you won't admit you were wrong,
and I will always remember how you weren't there
while I was drowning in this place of darkness,
like a child learning to swim in sinking sand!
And sometimes I listen
for my phone to beep,
hoping that you realise what you've done,
because somewhere deep inside
you must know that I miss you,
yet you continue to pretend
that I never existed in your life.
