better heart after torn apart

days turn into nights,

a false image and dark sights,

an image of imperfections,

false justifications,

no justice and qualifications.

rehab would've done better,

always alone and bitter,

don't know how to socialize,

in a world so closed i guess they fail to realize,

a good heart and a pretty gal only come once,

if u allow it to leave itll just bounce.

called easy for trusting,

called a hoe for talking,

allowing a man to take advantage,

without realizing it created a rampage.

usually in my thoughts and mind,

my heart dwells and my eyes continue blind,

a man couldn't see when i meant actor,

i was only playing the factor.

testing his sincerity,

never pretended to like him nor be nice,

i was acting cause i felt he was sent,

never was i bent.

playing stupid and talking about others,

just to see how far it would gather.

a man so stupid he didn't actually get it,

he didn't see all the hurt and pain i had inside so i just had to get lit,

I wish things could've been different,

he lost a real woman,

and i lost someone i thought was a man,

yet instead was just a man with a plan.

now my image in his head is trash,

and im out of lash,

all i got is this cigarette with an ash.

people always tend to think there right,

when reality its not even close to being the light.

how to explain to someone they were wrong,

when they dont see anything bad in what they have done?

but life goes on,

plus i got a son,

if ive gone days years and months just bu myself,

whats another 10 years to oneself?

recuperation,

period of alternation.