Done with it all.

Just a poem about a guy. A guy that doesn't matter anymore.

I'm done worrying about why you wont talk to me.
I'm done with it all, I'm setting myself free.
I'm not sure why I even liked you.
I guess I thought you liked me too.
But now its clear,
That you never will.

I don't want to wait for you anymore.
At least that's something for sure.
I think about the past a lot.
About how maybe its all my fault.
How I didn't accept you in the start.
About how maybe I broke your heart.
I wanted a second chance
I wanted a romance.
Something Ive never asked from anyone else.
I didn't know if i even wanted it myself.
But you decided that for me.
You decided how things would be.
It didn't feel like it was real.
But Ive told you how i really feel.
And now Its like you don't even care.
But because i hurt you, that makes it fair?

No. Its not. I hate you. And everything you've ever said.
I want to forget you completely, i want you out of my head.

Author's Note

I know It's not too well written, but sometimes i have this stupid emotions that just want to be written in poem form.