No point to this anymore.
It's all the same as before.
All my words will be ignored.
And frankly, I've grown ****ing bored.

What's the point of this whole thing?
Why even bother continuing?
We're broken, with no recovering,
There's too many parts that are just missing.

Why can't you open your eyes and see?
Why is it always you and never me?
What was is gone, never to be,
In my heart I know, you stopped loving me.

I wish I could change what's going to come.
I wish I could simply not care and go numb.
I wish that I wasn't so ****ing dumb,
As to open my heart to yet another one.

Nice poem .

A very powerful poem speaking the truth as the poet sees it.
Theresa

Deep