I wish I could color my words and hide the ugliness in it…but all I have is black and what it implies.
It’s resurfacing…all the words I’ve lost to you. I thought I already had it known before that day robbed me of all my strength to become completely honest with what I feel. I may not have the right to say this and may never have the chance to say it straight to your face - but this is far from what I have hoped for. I don’t even think I’ve expected to much from this - I just let things be, don’t I? And all you did was to avoid what confronts you.
So why do you make me stay? When you know that…
…I do not stay to be ignored. I do not speak to be interrupted. I do not say the truth to be ridiculed. I do not walk towards you to be pushed away. I do not let go to be burdened with more guilt.
I did not choose to become your friend to be treated like a threat to your existence.
But do you really know what goes inside my head right now? I highly doubt you do, yeah, why would you have to give a damn?
Do yourself a favor, pull that plug and let me go down the drain with all the memories you left with me.
I mean it and I am not saying that just because your chosen course of action is beginning to enrage me - it’s because I’m feeling the need to let off some steam before I explode into pieces you could never hold together without hurting yourself.
