Finished Poem by Beautifully Broken

When I need you the most you aren't even there.
I'm beginning to realize that you don't even care.

What am I supposed to do,
Where am I supposed to turn?

Into the arms of another man,
Seems to be the only other plan.

It's not something I really want to do,
But I am sick of fighting with you.

Your actions cute me deep,
Like a sharp serrated knife.

Actions speak louder than words,
And you'll realize you had it good afterward.

~Beautifully Broken~