The promise of change,
But nothing ever changes,
Thinking too highly of yourself
While I think too lowly of me
The words slipped out of your mouth dripping with sweet nothing
The empty promises you uttered
never seemed to make a difference
as nothing ever changes
Like a cycle the action is carried out
Again,
And Again,
Chipping away at my being
My soul disinigrating
Until I am soon left with nothing
But the broken promises
That quickly pool up
Filling up my lungs
And drowning out my hopes
Of ever escaping this nightmare
YOU ARE READING
Vent
RandomJust a random person on the internet talking about my problems like any other totally mentally stable person would do.
