what was the point ? we could've remained strangers . I'd be unbroken , i'd be happier .
not the ' happy ' I have now , rising up and down like a rollercoaster ride . It makes me sick . It never stops . I hate it . Arguments , absences , vivid emotions - an endless cycle .
anger boils to the surface.
what's wrong with you ?
taking me in , devouring every hope of mine , then spitting me back out again .
what do you want to do ? to ruin me ?
pat on the back , you've succeeded .
I yearn for you even when scorned by you .
what's wrong with me ? haven't I learnt ?
these mistakes causes pain , creating scars , tender to the touch .
I gravitate towards you , I reach out for you .
it's worse than I thought . you've got a hold on my soul . I might not make it . I'll never be whole again .
