• I know, I know.
    You can’t help it.
    You aren’t to blame for this wreckage.
    Only my selfish heart.

    Beaten and done, I reach for my death wish on the table.
    A moment’s hesitation, and…
    Finished.

    Strike my thoughts from your oblivious mind.
    Wait for it…
    Wait for…

    Oh, don’t you know?
    Can’t you see?
    Why don’t you hear my screams in your ear?

    You mean more than I ever will.
    This is pathetic.
    What have I done with myself?

    I am helpless.
    My broken and bleeding heart cries out for you (oh, how disgustingly cliche).

    I am sickened that I am so dependent.

    I grasp the last memory of you and I,
    and remember at the last moment that
    it was all a lie.

    My tongue struggles to find the words.
    Throat chokes on empty adjectives
    and meaningless pronouns.

    You’ll never care.

    It’s the sad truth,
    but
    this is just a lost cause.

    And the fact that I know this
    is the only reason
    that I refuse
    to give up.