Good night to say the least and the most sarcastically
You are so sweet.
How am I not supposed to be numb
when you don't give the chance to speak?
Really.
How?
And do not pretend you care
when you are drunk and happy.
Drunk is a depressant.
A suppressant.
So please,
continue to suppress your true feelings.
And
Pity me.
Pity poor old me who doesn't know who I am.
Who isn't happy
and isn't talking to anyone.
Pity me,
so when you treat me like shit,
it isn't half as bad.
I mean, you don't have to feel half as bad.
I have made sure you didn't feel anything,
and I felt it all.
Thanks for helping me feel it all for you.
One day you will feel it all,
and it will hit you like a ton of bricks.
Bricks leave bruises.
Bruises tell stories.
And your tale will lead
to the fact that I accepted you for who you were.
And I have always accepted you for who you are.
And I've always cared.
I've never been drunk.
I've cared.