Walking on glass,
at least that’s what it feels like
when think of you,
I just never feel right.

You haunt my thoughts
like the ghost in my hallway,
but at least he leaves
with the sun rise and
dawn breaks.

You’re always there,
with your c***y smirk,
‘cause of the feeling that you won
and the lesson I learned
is that I never
should have fallen for you
because I fell,
then I broke,
and you always knew
that you would drop me
the first chance that you got,
regardless of how much I loved you
or not.

And what it must feel like
to live and be free
of the guilt and remorse of knowing
that you ruined me.

What’s it like I wonder
to be that cold?
To live with a heart
blacker than coal?

And I sit here in
utter distaste of you
because I know that
I have nothing else to lose.

I can’t help but feeling
that I’m missing  piece of me,
and knowing that these feelings 
are something that’s ceaseless.
Something that will never
cease to amaze me
is how you acted like nothing had happened,
still wanted to be friends,
regardless of notions
and emotions I’m masking.

And when I wanted to talk,
to work things out,
you defended yourself and
kicked me out
of your life altogether,
and now I’m sitting here
in this turbulent emotional weather,
like being stuck in a storm that knows your pain,
so when you secure happiness,
your eyes start to rain
tears that never stop flowing
because the feelings behind them
just keep growing
and growing.