I know some things I say are a bit demeaning
They're not towards you with any hateful meaning
I'm only discriminating my own existence
But that road to happiness isn't exactly the most efficient
And maybe you said so because you hate my own hate
I'm sorry to say but if you think you can help me you're a little late
Maybe it was compassion you tried to show
But honey that was not the way to go
I know you're sick and tired of my complaining
But I'm too apathetic to try explaining
You don't understand why I don't believe you
And it scares me knowing you've realized what I've tried to do
You could have just blatantly told me off
But you didn't have scare me senseless and scoff
I sat in silence sweating coldly
And held back tears when you insulted me boldly
Maybe you had good intentions
But your words were worse than amunitions
Cause babe we've got different minds
We're two people of different kinds
One can't understand the pain
The other might be a little insane
I understand why you're mad
But I consider you a friend so it makes me sad
I'm trying to be better
But so far
Every poem I write is a suicide letter
