so much wasted potential, I have nothing in my soul
I thought you were someone I could relate to
there’s not much beauty if this girl keeps abusing
my mindset had refused it at the time
chose these names to call yourself but the one you get named is guilty
how much to get you off of my mind?
why can’t we grow apart and leave this all behind?
I close my eyes and remember exactly who you are
just a whisper, just a voice
no communication but you’re still here today
Poetry by Camden 