There are moments when envy eats me alive,
I am left a bloodied mess
And I can't decide
If I hate you
Or just hate myself
For falling behind.
I can smile and pretend that it doesn't hurt
That you never meant much,
But nights strip me of my lies
A masochist in making,
I look at the chronicle of your happy life
And I despise,
You, her,
your so called happily ever after...
©eos
