so i mourn

why must i feel what i feel, with all emotions scattered not knowing which are real. so much i couldve of done but i chose to think of myself, so self centered and arrogant when only i mattered no one else and now that your gone my skies remain gray, times that you needed me and i wasnt there those times unable to repay, and my heart ceases to work, my blood slowly begins to clot, my eyes remain to tear because my mourning will never stop.


by jallways