Jun 24, 2005 17:14
If I become a nun, will you still love me? If I spend my days in solitude and meditation, in mourning.
Lead me on and reject me
I have nothing left to protect me
You've broken down all my defenses
Made me lose my senses
If I seem desperate to you
It's because you've been destroying my life since the day I met you.
When you supress something long enough, it will eventually get the better of you. It will burst at the seams like a can tossed into a fire. And you will make a gibbering idiot of yourself with the sheer force, when defenses finally fail. You will be left lying alone, confused and desperate, insane. You will realize that everything in your life has been leading to this and you will sob with relief even while you are paralyzed with the fear of what will happen next. And you will think, all this time, all this torture, shouldn't it count for something?