Hollow Grave
Am I really so weak?
Why do I still hide beneath my sheets?
I feel raw and exposed to the sun,
People replace me, as if I'm only for fun.
I wish it could be the way that it never was,
You know me like everyone else resists to,
I hate it,
I'm the kind of person to see ends through,
But not the kind to welcome a beginning.
I believe it to be selfish of you,
To assume I dislike what we had in any way,
And I'm seething with jealousy,
Which you revive in me.
All I want to ask, is why did you forget me so fast?
K