I allowed you to look inside me even if it was a lie.
My mind died when you were here.
My heart died when you left.
It's done, it's over, your gone.
You've taken a peice of who I was but I fill it with God now.
I can think now.
I can function now.
I'll bury you and say a prayer and turn you over to God or the devil, who ever takes you on next.
I kept you living for all my life.
Now your dead to me,
I'm over you.
I am letting go of you and
filling your space with a healthy life choices.
God bless you.
I'm done.
It's over.
Goodbye.
Comments
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I like it.
i like it but it doesn't compare with "Nothing Grows Here" I think where you wrote peice it should be piece, shouldn't it? please write more.

