Contelysia

I never meant for August to be so. Four days that took me by surprise, Four weeks of hidden despise, Thirty-one days I spent in delirium. Whatever did I do...to deserve this? Regret and lost respect and cruel fate. August wasn't supposed to be so. Begged, cried, and fought tooth and nail, For something that never could've stayed, For something that never left my mind, For something that was never mine. Nothing's mine anymore, August has taken me from myself. August has left me on the floor, Gathering the pieces of me that I broke. How long until I glue those pieces back together? How long 'til August finally turns to September?