So, here's one last hit for you.
Maybe another scar, too.
You're not the boy I once though I knew.
A couple more pills, to make me forget.

Hoping I'll wake up with no regrets.
I had my heart on my sleeve, boy.
Still wishing I could just LET YOU GO.
Way too many times I've felt this way about you.

So, tommorrows gonna come.
Can't look you in the eye.
Not because I'm nervous, cause I don't want to cry.
Still too hard to say goodbye.

You couldn't face me boy;
Not even if you tried.
We've been down this road before
Way too many times.

I'm over this feeling.
But it won't go away.
How can such young hearts
Feel so much pain?

So, here's my last hit.
My last sorry attempt at fighting this feeling.
A couple pills, I'm gone for good.
Maybe we're meant to be this way.
Just the way it should.


[This is overly-dramatic, as all of my poems are. It's sort
of cute, though?]