My Beautiful Demons

It's Over

I am finished with trying,

No longer will I be crying,

There is no hoping,

That you will see the light and change.

Nothing is ever simple,

Everything is a fight,

My battle wounds are open,

I’m tired and ready to die.

I wave the white flag,

You exclaimed, “Good I’ve won!”

But the pain you have caused,

Has made me turn and run.

Maybe if you had stop,

Thought of someone besides you,

Showed me some compassion,

We wouldn’t be through.

The relationship we had,

Was to one sided for me.

It was all about your wants, desire, and needs.

I shouldn’t have to question, “What about me?”