i break the bones to pieces in my hands my clenching fingers,

were you the same all along? did i just get bored?

why did i push you away?

i still sit plagues with questions, your actions, your intentions,

why couldn't you just talk to me?

was it that i just couldn't smile anymore?

tired of keeping it inside so i failed at you

and now i pass out every night i associate the worst things

with your face and i know you're at a loss from what

you threw away i just wish that you had left my innocence.

even now i still wonder how you are truly concerned

that you're well even though you put me through this

because i see that it's better off this way

when i think that it is right and i know that i'm ok