Silence VII

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.