Write, To Try

Out of control, beyond repair, yet I always worry,
My mind let go, which cannot stand, these thoughts a constant flurry.

Stuck in the favour of all the rest,

Contest, contest Its not the best,

Knowing deep down they don’t care,

Left to rot, with who you dare.

You played with my heart, and now destroyed.

They only thing left, I can’t enjoy.

A day without you will cripple my mind,

I wish I could sleep, an empty divide.