You broke me into a million pieces, and I left you the same way. I turned my face away from you, you didn't exist after that day. I'll ignore you cause I'm done with your games. I don't feel bad for what I did, I don't hurt from what you said and did, I got colder instead. I wasn't ready to be hurt, so on the back burner it went. As the time continued I learned and grew, maybe I'm not ready, maybe I don't care. Maybe loves never ready for me, we'll see.
Talking can only take me so far, I went up and down, some nights travelled to hell, I wasn't alone but it felt like it. They stopped me when I wanted to die, I felt strung out & cold, so cold, so old. When I was cut they asked me why, when I bled they gave me ice, when I hurt they helped me through personal hell. More then a few years have passed, but they know me well, my pack, my crew, my brothers just as well. None the less, the hours we spent, the summers as room mates have lost count like the hours we've spent and hung out.