A World Of Broken Thoughts

How You Play Your Hand

I need you to know
That I know you have it bad.
I see how you're breaking,
How you've been breaking for as long as I've known you.
How you fall apart when nobody's there,
and I don't know what to do
Because I know how that feels.
I know that you're torn apart
As soon as you don't have to seem whole.
And how your everything
Can never be enough
To make you feel like
Enough.

But I need you to know
that I hate you.
I think you're vile and loathsome
And I will never forgive you
Because I don't care how bad it is,
You had no excuse.
Neither did I