the game

By perf3ct •
I give up.
This battle of wits,
never ending will.
Im done.
its over.
Dont wanna play no more.
Im retreating to heal,
my battle broken heart.
You win.
I wish you never saw me cry.
hold me closer, let me go.
I surrender
can you see my blood?
the gore on this blinding white,
waving in the wind.
For you.
You did this.
It was all a game.
You win.
I lose.