Unaccomplished

I don't really know how to explain it so, figure it for yourself~

 

This one question keeps biting at me.

I cannot answer your, “what is wrong?” when nothing is right... then I wonder, what is wrong?

I have been fed up with myself, now you are fed up with me, and all I have left of me is lost.

The darkness that eats at you, it just won’t leave will it?

It follows me and eats at me, but what does it eat though? My happiness, my heart, my mind, my hands, or all of what is left of me?

I cannot hide and there is nowhere to run, then why can I not just leave?

Because I'm trapped, walls, locked doors, bolted windows, and shut closets trap me. My frozen heart that refuses to leave you and this inescapable room.

Is it possible to live, and I wonder why not?

Because you said, you loved me, you hate me, you like me, you like me not. You took my flower for a heart and ripped off those petals as if you ripped the tears out of me. You should never make someone cry and not wipe away his or her tears; you should not say something so fragile and lie about everything you ever said in the first place.

A long time goes by of what seems like dreams and in the end I wake up sore, with nothing accomplished.

Author's Note

Honestly, tell me what you think. I don't even know what to make of this. Don't even know why I wrote it. Does it even make sense? ="^_^=