It doesn’t matter
Who was right
Or who
Was fucking wrong
We both did
The worst
And equally
Got hurt
By stringing
Each other along
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It doesn’t matter
Who was right
Or who
Was fucking wrong
We both did
The worst
And equally
Got hurt
By stringing
Each other along
I shout and swear
About how you don’t care
And you just presume that I’m strong
Yet if you actually asked
It’s a one hundred percent fact
That I’d lie to you all day long
The Self Pity Party
So many nights I’ve cried,
Feeling dead inside,
Whilst wrestling with my neurosis.
Now I can’t help but discern,
Despite your care and concern,
That you haven’t even noticed.
(Originally Posted 05.10.2019)
There
must be
a way
to make
you seeYou’re
lying to
yourself
as much
as me
How do you
want me to feel?
Guilty for trying?
Because I am not.
Guilty for crying?
Because I am not.
Guilty for lying?
Because I am not.
Guilty for dying?
Because I am not.