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When I look at a picture of you.
I see all of your promises ran through.
It just about makes me want to laugh.
That my heart once again, has been torn in half.
I gave you my world on a silver platter.
I Lost myself, forgot who I was.
But that never seem to have mattered.
I look at a picture of us.
I can't cry,I forgot how to trust.
My heart has succumbed to sorrows rust.
I walk around animated, yet not alive.
Feeling the singe of pain from your knives.
You just couldn't wait until I turned my back.
To seek comfort in something.
A substance in which I lacked.
When I see our faces aglow smiling back at me.
I can see your camoflouge,
I a victim of your divine trickery.
I once thought you were gorgeous so beautiful.
Now when I think of us I can't help but feel ill.
If a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words,
Then why did mines but none of yours go unheard?
You tried to take me down with you.
I don't understand,
How was I to combat your own personal hell?
I did everything short of walking on water for you.
I refused to see something that I knew all too well.
I feel at fault, cause' I said anything for you.
I went from sleek to feeling just plain blue.
Sign from the divine, I had an out of body experience.
Finally admitting to myself that I didn't deserve this.
I bet anyone even you would've done the same.
Yet somehow your guilt still thrives.
I feel that I am the one to blame.
I honestly thought we'd see this through.
Woe and resentment is what I feel,
When I look at a picture of you.