If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

This Divide

Yes, I'm angry and upset
Of course, it hurts the both of us
Unless it doesn't.
This divide tears everything apart
Happiness seems to fade
It used to be wonderful
Now, it's torture.
Knowing me,
I'll dwell on it for millennia to come
Though, that's none of your concern
Is it?
Shut up and listen to yourself for once
All that I've done seems to set you off
But instead of admitting that, you deny it
Only, you know that I'm right
Until you realize that,
These days shall rue you.
You'll regret them.
Over and over and over again.
Up to your breaking point.