Trysta Due Poems
The Way You Treat Me
Why do you treat me the way you do?
Why did you treat me like shit when you knew I loved you?
Well I just want you to know that everynight I've cried
And everynow and then I'd wish that I'd died
So when you figure out why you treat me the way you do
Maybe then I'll learn to forgive you.
The skin of my wrist to the blade of this knife
I just want to die, I'm sick of this life
I wanted to believe all the things that you said
But the feelings I once had for you are now dead
You told me you loved me, you said that you cared
But you lied and now I know that life isn't fair
Now I sit in this empty room with a gun to my head
Don't try and stop me,1 shot and I'm dead.