Poems!

a thing you tend to do

A thing you tend to do
Why its only just you who makes me this blue
Why I can't cry for hours on end
When I cant seem to get out of bed
You make life difficult
You make it hard
But no matter what
I cant seem to cut you out
Ive torn the pages
And you rewrote them
I set the pictures a blaze
You replaced them
I try to make you a haze
You get me glasses
So why?
I get were family
But this is toxic
You make this toxic
I love you
Please stop loving me.

Does this rhyme? No. Good. Understand it if you cant but no one who reads this will. And if you do get it, you are the person who should so why try to understand? Dont. Give up.