Linger On Poem by britt jack

You wear your guilt as a badge of honor
an empty hole of where your heart should be
lies deep beneath your chest
I'm living a repeat everyday
how did you manage to make me feel this way
I'll never get back what mattered most
I depose my body to whoever chose
things are handed to me left and right
but I am left with nothing by the end of the night
I respected your wicked pleasures and thoughts
I'm left with a congruent heart that starting to rot