World War Three

I haven't eaten for three days.

World war three is about to start.

My hearts depressed.

My head's a mess.

So many thoughts jumbled it's getting hard for me to single out just one.

I stare out the window just watching the trees passing, my headphones on with a new song blasting.

No matter what I do I can't seem to get rid of you.

I look to my left, the sun is setting, it's a beautiful sight, it was in that moment that made me believe it was worth living this life.

I want to scream and shout, I want to tell you that you were wrong.

everything that has happened between us, it's like you could do no wrong.

I knew it wasn't true but it wasn't worth putting up a fight.

Because it seems like everyday since we've started I've been fighting for my life.

I turned it around yesterday and put the blame on you.

I didn't walk away.

It was you that chose to.

So in a week, or a month or maybe in a years time.

When you look around and realise that you could've still been mine.

But you were always putting up a fight, constantly on defence, your heart protected, your mind guarded, your body padlocked and bolted to the golden gates.

Every time I felt like I was breaking through it's like a new chain just materialised and wrapped itself around you.

I fought and I fought, but I see now there was no use.

Because I was the only one fighting.

Sometimes I felt like you didn't care at all.

So I guess I'm done now.

I don't want to walk away.

But why am I fighting for someone who doesn't want to be fought for?