I wanted to write this poem for you
To tell you how much you hurt me
When you left me alone with my fears.
It was when I needed you most
It was when I needed your words
It was when I needed your love
'Cause in my other world
I was about to give it all up
My life was such great mess
I've even got a sin to confess
For days, I was so depressed
And I needed you.
Your warmth,
Your care,
Your presence,
Your love.
But at a single mistake
You turned your back
Without a warn.
So I had to face my struggles alone,
I had to wipe my tears alone,
I had to scream and cry alone,
'Cause you were no longer there.
You were never there.
All I needed was you,
but I no longer felt your care.
Guess I should now be aware
You're not my hero anymore.
Sad to admit, but I should know
You're not my hero anymore . . .
At a random moment, when there's nothing left but your immense urge to let your darkest emotions out of your weary soul, you don't really write a poem. You write a curse that kills you even more, when there's no one around to take your hand when things begin to shatter before your eyes, and you're about to take that desperate fall.
And for that one person . . .
Nevertheless, I thank the heavens that you still came my way.