poetry again

Date: 10/8/2016

There's something off inside my brain I think that I might go insane I close my eyes and see a train And suddenly I go lame All I feel is guilt and shame That to him I was really just the same As every other girl he loved But he walked away 'cause I was not enough But he left me with all his stuff To make closing the closet tough "Hold on" he said, "this might get rough" As he tore my heart right in half Walked away and whispered to himself, "Did she think I was really in love?" I don't really ever sleep at night Because my soul will leave and take flight When it tries to find its way back it's never right It gives up trying to fight And puts me in for a fright How many nights have I spent dead? Night lying sleepless in my bed? With my fingers raised to my head? Guns for hand The floor stained red My wrists have been read By no one but me Cause nobody sees What's become of me So I'll beg and plea For something that doesn't please Because life on my knees Is killing me