Charlie
Fly the plane
The problem

The problem

A Poem by Abbadon

The Problem, isn't always someone else,
The Problem, isn't always something else
Sometimes, the problem is you
And you, the idiot, can't get the clue

The pain of figuring this out, is terrible
I would say it's about just unbearable
But i have to, for them
just keep on going, and sing a hyme 

Walk walk walk like there is no issue
For this is just how you think you do
You sit and slave yourself to the bone
hoping that they will always pick up the phone

You can be the reason they hurt
the reason they want to be in dirt
You can be just what causes it
All the pain in their predicament.

A unsolvable problems as long as you are there
But there isnt any chance that id go anywhere
Id never leave, cuz i am stuck to you through my heart
My dearly beloved, i do not want to depart

I love you so true and pure, 
but i hate how i make you endure,
but its not easy for me either
for i realized that im not really a keeper

i realized how it was me who mad you do this 
and i have no idea how to undo this
to make your pain go away
i can only wake up and hope its not like yesterday

© 2016 Abbadon


Author's Note

Abbadon
say what you want this is a poem in my depression that i thought of

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Abbadon
Abbadon

Remington, IN



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