You can't put a band-aid on a cut inside yourself. You'd die before you get help. I can't cut myself with a knife, stitch it up and make it right. I can't slit my wrists, use my fists, and make you a punching bag. I still wish you'd die, but I don't cry. I have my hate, I make mistakes, you don't love me. You have your priorities and responsibilities, save them for someone who cares. I'm not scared, take my dare, don't be a chicken. I'm not bitching, you're just slipping from the top. I'm not lost, I just forgot for a moment where I am. You don't understand, you can't comprehend, you learn this lesson again. You won't be my friend, you're not for me. I don't feel sorry for you. There are things that are wrong, you aren't strong, it's been way too long for us. I'm giving up, there's nothing left, nothing to wait around for.
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