Withering away
Like my self respect-(or lack there-of),
I'm treading forever, can't seem to get above.
The epidome of just one thing-
ITS NOT LOVE.
Such an ugly thing, I gear up for battle- now forever defending
With my face towards the sky I ask aloud is this rip too big for mending?
Truth is truth, no need for bending
We are all rewarded depending.
To you, "Love's" just a word that's meant to keep me.
So my vision of love is askew now and I really can't see.
Where I once saw us winning,
is now Shadowed out- By your sadistic grinning.
I stop pushing.
stop caring. Im making a choice
maturity,
positivity,
and Truth,
deserve to have a voice.
© Lizdashi$