Maybe this is what I needed
Who you are.
You don't care, you've made that clear
A sickness less rare with each passing day,
Still when one gets it we're all in dismay.
Until I lost you,
I knew who I was,
Priorities in place,
In the dark from you I hide,
You're driving me toward suicide.
Constantly you threaten to take my life,
A broken heart found deep within,
Surrounded by regretful sin.
What can one do to change the past,
When the present moves so fast.
To lose your sight would truly be,
The most intense of tragedy.
Just think of all you would not see,
If you lost your sight like me.
Ignore me than talk, just as soon as you choose,
Can’t give me a reason so now we both lose.
I know that I hurt you now please tell me how,