Everything Without You

December 18, 2009
By , Park City, UT
Everywhere I go, everything that I do, anywhere I look, I am reminded of you.
What you did to me when I thought you were my friend, haunts me until the very end.

How could you ever think that what you did was okay, the event is so clear in my mind, it seems like just yesterday.
I was hurt so badly, you couldn’t believe, that one boy could destroy me.

I am brave and I am true, I am everything without you. No more taunting, no more pain, no more insulting my families name. Even though you were once true, I am still everything without you.

The day you asked me to be with you, you were my best friend so l couldn’t refuse.
It was to risky for the friendship we had made, l broke it off then l began to fade.

You stopped talking, you were only walking farther and away.
l wanted to explain it all, but you had left me hanging like a doll.

l felt your hatred and pain, your brother said it was only a game.
A game that could end in disaster because you was the only master.

I wantd to explain everything, the quite pong ping of your steps walking farther and farther away.
When I heard the things that were going around, I wanted to never be found.

What you said to me that day made me feel everything but okay.
I was going to hid dep in the ocean, but you were my only potion that was keeping me alive.

When I was told it was you, who wanted to turn my sky from black to blue,
I thought that you might actually be true, but I knew that wasn’t really you.

The attitude you have showed me, Is the very thing that told me,
You would never be there when l needed you the most, How you haunted me like a old dead ghost.

I am brave and I am true, l am everything without you. No more taunting, no more pain, no more insulting my families name. Even though you were once true, l am still everything without you,

When I would see you in the Hall, l could tell you wanted a call.
An apology would be nice, or a great big bag of ice, to mend your stupid wound.

You want everything for yourself, you don’t care about anyone else.
No matter how hard you tried to live, I was only your baby bib, to cover up your mistakes.

When I used to pass you in the hall, you would looked like you wanted me to call.
An apology would be nice, or a great big bag of ice, to mend your stupid wound.

The day you sent me the text, that said someone else was next,
Then you called me a hippie, maybe you shouldn’t have hit me.

I was molested and hurt, after you started to flirt.
I hated the feeling, and started kneeling.





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