I told you my world 
my heart 
my plans 
my dreams 
yet that never seemed to put your mind at ease 

You would hand me the world 
with nothing to forget 
Was i simply another thing that wasn’t enough to protect 

i know you never like my rimes 
Regardless i would play them a million times  
as long as i could give something back from the world you handed 

but my hands held to much weight 
with my bones falling from the pain 
Trying to write another page
Just begging you to stay

i may have been a thing to replace 
but remember 
you were my world 
while i was just second place

© a silent writer