You, Me, and Him

April 17, 2016

We thought we could change everything.

and I’m the only one that changed.

He changed, but she changed him.

Now their life will be cut short.

I cry tears, so I blare music to cover it.

I listen to music that makes me cry when I’m mad.

I scream so I don't have to feel the hurt,

We were wrong.

I tried to change you,

You got worse to me.

“I punch a wall to feel pain.

Are we the same, are we different?

I tried to tell you he wouldn't hurt me,

You were right and I should of listened to you.

but I still do.”

He cuts to feel the pain

and to escape the stress.

Can I change him back?

He loves her, but I love him.

but I was wrong.

He did, but he's still living.

He doesn't know he did.

From misunderstood mistake,

to a wise, kind leader...

one day you will.

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