Another Cliche

Theres nothing I can say or do,

The game is ruined and I am stuck,

with feelings that can't be used,

I hold them inside,

until they force their way out,

They streak down my face,

in aimless lines,

The darkened spots,

on my shirt are fading,

But I still feel hurt,

I wish I had never started,

Why can't we go back to stop,

the hurt before it starts?

Let's just be friends,

Thanks for another cliche,

My days are going downhill,

Today must mark the bottom,

From here I can only go up,

I don't see the next days,

as being something I will enjoy,

The sky is dark and raining,

It reflects my feelings prefectly,

I wish I could stop the feelings,

I write these words hoping,

Hoping it will help,

But the more I write,

The more I see it's not helping,

This past month and a half,

of ups and downs is what I have,

to remember for the days,

spent with thoughts of you,

So many wasted thoughts,

So many wasted poems,

Too much wasted time,

I tried so hard,

It wasn't good enough for you,

You think that its all fine,

Your slight neglections,

weren't that big of a deal,

At least not to you,

Someone lift me up,

It hurts so much to be here alone,

There is no one to talk to,

You are here, but I can't talk to you,

You won't understand

because you see everything as fine,