I thought this would end at thirteen
But I think seven would be a little mean
It was sooner than I ever expected
A little bit long than the thing you rented.
It hurts a little but not like before
I know I have no right to ask for more
Assumed too much that I can’t handle
Depression, fear and anger now bundled.
I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of wanting
I’m tired of you always neglecting.
This is the time long been wanted
Moving on to a thing that was once enchanted
Never again my love, goodbye and enough has been said.
Black & White Scribbles 