Trip On Me Poem by Nicholas Neato

Trip On Me



What's becoming of this
I love I once cherished
Now I hardly miss

Why did you have to lie
Why not the truth
You knew what you were doing
And you did it under my roof

I don't know
If I can ever forgive
I'll never forget
Can't erase what you did

It's tearing my brain to pieces
It's cut my heart at the pipes
The cords running from the chambers
To the brain, to the eyes, triggers the light

This light, is far to bright
Haven't really slept for some time now
Time I've wasted on your plight

Your suffocating me
Yeah, your choking me up
You never got enough
You had a half empty cup

My cup's been empty from the start
Yeah, empty from the start

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