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The words that you spoke echo deep in my head.
Is it true that you think I'm better off dead?
Is it true that if I die, you won't care?
And even when I'm crawling, you are never there.
Your hypocrisy and hatred I am forced to bare,
because of the one roof we are destined to share.
The option to leave I would undertake if i could.
I am fed up with feeling absolutely misunderstood.
Your wish for my death, I'd grant for good.
When pushed to the brink, I know that I should.
If only it could be an actual possibility,
something I can make into a concrete reality.
If you don't want me, then who the hell will?
Confusion in my own heart, how should feel?
I am tired of this ridiculous invisibility and
this total sense of responsibility.
 Chahklat · Mon Jun 07, 2010 @ 04:51am · 0 Comments |
