Poetry

life is at an end as we know 
it, everyday is another way 
to die, i flee from my problems, 
being on the run all the time, 
as i cry in this dark corner, and wonder
why i lied to you, as the days 
fly by, wondering how to 
to lie next to you without wondering 
how, how to make it up to you, 
as i try to undo the pain 
 i caused you, and i just lie
 here wondering why i lied to you