been

Spit on the dust
the remains of the deceited trust.

Blow me away from this tragedy
who would want to stay with me?

I'm bitter, I'm broken.
There's nothing good left to stay.

In my own existence,
I was happy.

But as i went on,
i realized.

Nothing could ever replace,
what I've imagined we could have been.

(xxx)
enough said.