Your Cruel Rue

I feel like giving up… I don’t know why, I just do… I just do…I feel blue… Wish my eyes were shut with the finest super glue……. I am like two deserted lands… No one seems to understand where I stand I am but a broken cup… In your quivering, shivering hands… Things are truly getting out of hand…out of hand… Lament and doubts dripping with morning dew… I just feel so blue, so through with you, Always hurting me with rue… Who knew…who knew it was true…too true to be true! You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue... Yes, you did... You hurt me to the deepest, narrowest core You try your hardest and best to slam the door So that I can feel your abandonment, It’s still with me…lingering inside me You meant your rejection and desertion unfortunately, sadly, cruelly, and mean-spiritedly You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue... Yes, you did... I felt your cruel, but true rue Such true rue I felt When you left without a clue You made me melt… Like an ice cube, left in the sun for far too long You were gone for so long! Can’t really seem to belong… I felt it so out of the blue… Felt your cruel hatred and unnecessary dread, doing me wrong, yes, doing me wrong And you knew all along… That I am alone among… Your crowd of remorseful happiness and fake contentment… I am overcrowded by your twisted bliss and sick resentment… It’s way too true to be true… You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue... Yes, you did... You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue... Yes, you did... Getting rid of the madness and sadness and insanity That once hid inside me...right in plain sight, you see? Saying my goodbyes to the goodbyes you bid..