Sunday, July 23, 2006

:: W ::

I just find myself being so drained

every single time i have to explain the A to Z's of why i feel the way i do,

every single time you get frustrated and snap because i don't feel like talking -

being put off with the things you said and especially with the excuse you put up was one thing

and then you said


" this morning "


and i waited through the night


but i should've just known that you'd have forgotten


So i think you can forget about the explanation, in your mail or otherwise



and i can say, forget it - that maybe you will never understand.

you think it's about 'how come he got so much and i get so little'

but you don't know that it's not about what you've given

and especially not when i do appreciate everything you've given.done.bought.baked.



but you just don't know what it is that i've been needing all along.


You can tell them my words stab, and me that you're afraid whenever i get the moods

but then you never realize how i can never truly talk to you, to tell you what needs fixing, or what i feel should be done


you say i'm not being understanding enough, well i wonder who else you'd know that'd let you go through with what you've done


if you think you're frustrated, feeling helpless and just listless about what to do

then maybe you should step over to the other side of the mirror

if you think, i'm not worth it - or that you just give up



then don't worry - you wouldn't be the only one.


you just don't get me



don't call, and don't message because it's expensive



maybe by the time you're back

i would've burnt out emotionally, like i always do


or maybe i wouldn't even be the same again

sorry

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spoken. at 11:43 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."