Wasted Days
by: Chris Z.
I hate myself for wasting days of what little that we had.
Letting my stubborness take over, letting myself be mad.
Not caring if i talked to you, driving you to tears
As i shut my eyes, and closed my heart, and covered both my ears.
But everywhere i go, i swear i hear your name.
Only when silence returns, do i know i’m sane.
Sane enough to realize that i, am all alone.
Sane enough, had i ever known, i would have made it so you never had to go.
I’ve lost so many days, without knowing what i had.
Who would have ever known, that it’d cut my time in half.
I struggle everyday to find reason to stay awake.
Knowing that forever i’d have to live with my mistakes.
That the loss of things most precious, the time i had with you.
They’d be my only keepsakes, of a life that i once knew.
Wasted days and wasted time are the memories that remain.
But reliving through wasted memories, is better than living through this pain.
