Random Thoughts Incoherantly Thrown Together

It's unhealthy for me to sit here an think that you may somehow change. That you could come around and we can see eye to eye. I know it's pointless. So why do I try?

Broken hearted I stand here before you. Bleeding onto the floor begging for some idea of where I am heading. Of some thought on how I got here. Nothing. You tell me nothing. But GOD is it unhealthy for me to still love you.

And so I try to move on. I try to stay strong. I try holding on. Paint on my facade so that no one really knows. No. Can't let any body know.

Tomorrow will come too quickly. Tonight will pass so slow. The tears will burn right through me. My wounds show through me.

Its unhealthy for me to still love you. So why... why can I not get enough of you? God is it unhealthy.
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