i break the bones to pieces in my hands my clenching fingers,
  were you the same all along? did i just get bored?
  why did i push you away?
  i still sit plagues with questions, your actions, your intentions,
  why couldn't you just talk to me?
  was it that i just couldn't smile anymore?
  tired of keeping it inside so i failed at you
  and now i pass out every night i associate the worst things
  with your face and i know you're at a loss from what
  you threw away i just wish that you had left my innocence.
  even now i still wonder how you are truly concerned
  that you're well even though you put me through this
  because i see that it's better off this way
  when i think that it is right and i know that i'm ok.