And to think that you were here to catch me when I fell.
That you lied and stabbed me in the back.
Things are blurry for now, I'm numb and can no longer feel.
Time stands still in an effortless motion, more or less to my liking.
Words slip easily from my tounge, and feelings flow like water from my fingertips.
Some days it is a blessing, others a curse.
All I know is, you said you were going to be there, but you lied and left without one word goodbye, and now all that's left is me.
To carry on your legacy and churn the anger and hurt I have for you onto paper and let it go in the only way I know how.