I can’t carry any more

Try to think about it

As if you were me

And you would be spent and hopeless too.

You want me gone

Your wish is your command

You had many opportunities

To be different

To change

But you didn’t

You had many chances

You didn’t take

I told you

What you chose to ignore

This is not a poem about you

This nothing more than than

A retirement

A white flag

A last note

To myself

I tried

But it was effort put in to the wrong thing

If I put that effort

In the right thing

I would have been okay

It would have been better

I would have made it

I would have seen the good

I can’t fix what is so far broken

Broken before me

And only there to break me now

Not to do me any good

I can’t win in a situation set up

For me to fail.

You win

You can be ” happy” without me

I will give you no more love

I will give you no more time

I will disappear just like you want

These words I write aren’t meant for your eyes

Cause you do not exist

I do not exist

You made it this way

And I am no longer here for you

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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