So this is what it feels like to have nothing left,
Lay in the dark with nothing but the sound of your deep sleep for company.
Your heavy breathing and my mind screaming,
“IT WASN’T WORTH IT!”
I turn in my confliction,
To utter anything into the silence to distract you from what or whoever,
And my voice cracks even before the words leave my lips,
And my eyes brim with tears.
Because what’s the point of this?
To tell you things I’ve told ten thousand times?
Have you ignore and decry?
Put me down to save the jagged edges of your shattered ego?
It’s time to come to terms with my brand of pathetic.
To check myself into rehab for this addiction to rejection.
It’s time to come to grips,