I don’t know why I bother,

I don’t know why I try,

All I do is sit and wonder why?

Why did you leave me what did I do?

Sometimes I feel I always play the fool,

I messed up bad now I sit here really sad,

Now I know what I had,

We have been through a lot,

I wish we could get another shot,

We used to be strong ,

But that is a different song,

I sit here in misery wondering if you even miss you,

You wrote a poem that was real and true ,

I wish I were her, the one it was to,

So I sit here wishing I had acted myself,

It’s like the same old story dusty on the shelf,

So once again I sit here wishing I were I,

Really wishing you could of look in and seen,

Why do I waste my time writing?

Knowing it won’t be anything,

Just another poem a different setting,

Maybe I should go away lock myself in a room cry for hours,

In my head I scream and holler,

This is a waste,

Writing about another one of my stupid mistakes.