I tear myself open
My my my....Irony falls from this situation like the tears from my eyes and the blood dripping from my fingers, rooting from my bleeding knuckles. I get what's coming to me, it seems. When noone cares about you, you can make any choice you want. But when you care about someone you no longer have that liberty. It's nice to have a good cry every now and then, I think I've already had my fucking quota. When will it end?