Oct 09, 2004 07:17
I’m past my breaking point.
Do you like the way I strain to smile in the face of your animosity?
And how I make half hearted attempts to delay my anxiety?
I should not hate you this much.
It’s a game that I can’t win.
In this dark world of fluorescent lights and candy coated sour lemons,
Every move I make is a sin.
How are you so ok with all of this around you?
How are you so unconcerned with all that hate that surrounds you?
I hate you more than I love what my life would be if you weren’t in it.
Don’t you think I’ve tried to walk away?
Don’t you think Vie tried to make it work so I could stay?