On the coldest day of December
my baby said to me
I'm sorry hon
Can’t do this no more
please forgive me
That's how he left
a knife in my chest
and I sank to the floor
gently, carefully, slowly
he closed the door
and I remember again
same thing happened
sometime before
they always leave
gently closing the door
Not giving me a reason
to be mad, to want to kill them
to make them cry
to make them want to die
Cos they always do the right thing
Always do the sweet thing
the gentlemanly thing
the thing to make me cry more
to die more, to hate to live more
always leaving me on the floor
Hating to get up
wanting to give up
not caring to breathe
not wanting to live
always, doesn't change
Why bother to get up
It'll be the same always
I'll just move on tomorrow
another piece of me left
on the cold hard floor |
Submission Name: A cold day in december
