Too hard to say good-bye.

(Wrote this one in my sociology class a couple of hours ago)
(The saddest poem I have written. Reader Discretion is Advised)

Fighting a war against that girl

Both searching for that old pearl

A lost treasure you call love

You know what you're sick of

But it is to hard to say good-bye

So just sit there and watch her cry

Taking all of your drugs

Completely immobilized lying on the rug

Songs play in the air while you hum

As you stay there cold and numb

But it is too hard to say good-bye

You’re addicted but you can lie

Sitting on a bench in the rain

Soaking wet waiting for the train

Caught with the idea of needing a vacation

The train starts to pull into the station

But it is too hard to say good-bye

Let it roll away, just dream to fly

Holding a gun in your hand

Your want to turn to sand

Pull the trigger ready for the bam

The trigger locks, the gun jams

This is no way to say good-bye

Come on, just give life another try