Last Place

I did it, I crossed that line.
You made me do it, it was not our time.
It saved me from being the weakest link.
I left you and now I just can not think.
Pressure building up as we speak.
Closing chapters that did not mean a thing.
Laughing out loud just to not hear you.
Falling through the cracks of the steps beneath you.
Last place is the place where you left me.
Saving space for the lies that you tell me.
Feeling numb to your touches of disgrace.
Planting your hands upon my face.
But once again I still feel like I am in last place.