You promised the world,

but gave me nothing.

You guaranteed Heaven,

but this is empty.

You gave me a glimpse of the light

and like a moth to a flame,

I went right to it.

The light burns now.

It burns more every day.

You told me Heaven but gave me Hell.

But can this really be Hell?

No.

Because Hell implies rage and Hell implies hate.

And there are those things,

but there was a time where there weren’t.

Or is this just me trying to hold on to what I thought was good?

Is this just me trying to save you,

like I have been for far too long.

Is this me trying to convince myself

Maybe you’ll change because

Deep down I

And everyone else knows you won't.

Because you had the chance to change,

but you just gave me meaningless words.