13 March 2013
Nothing I do or say
Is enough to make anyone stay
I don't know what it is
And I'm not sure what happens
But every time someone he's close
They're suddenly far away again
There was one who stayed
5 years he remained
But in the 6th we met conflict
Greater than any we'd had before
He hit me and called me a whore
I never told anyone for fear he'd get mad
There wasn't a day that wet by, that I wasn't sad
My wrist reminds me of those days
The pain, confusion, and heartache
I started to move past that, a year's gone by and I found someone else
For weeks we talked, things were looking up
But he changed his mind, again I wasn't good enough
Maybe I'm not supposed to find love
Maybe it's my fault and I push people away
I don't know how, or why but I just wish they'd stay
This Sucks • Opuss № I