half poem half rant.
I asked for one night
Just one night where I could show you my pain
To explain myself, to apologize for the way I’ve been
But you wouldn’t give me that
Not that one single piece of reconciliation
You feel so high and mighty
On that pedestal you’ve placed yourself upon
With my best friends tongue down your throat
You said it yourself.
Â I can’t be fixed.
So I’m done trying. I’m done caring. I’m done feeling. I’m done living.
Maybe ill fail once more, end up in a hospital bed somewhere with needles in my arm
But maybe for once in my life I won’t fuck something up and this time not wake up.
You promised to be my friend at least, so long as I kept my heart beating. You broke your end of the promise. Now it’s my turn.
I’ve always been a thorn in your side anyway.
To be rid if me is probably a relief.
I won’t give you more grief my dear hatred. Goodbye.