one thing.
sometimes it takes one thing.
bad morning, terrible afternoon, an even worse night,
i come to you when i feel fright.
i don't mean to cling, please don't get mad
but without you here, i feel so sad.
every day gets worse, almost like ive been put under a curse.
no freeing, no fleeing, just me stuck with this hatred of my being.
i try to get better,
sometimes i do.
but really that's just a facade, i honestly find it kind of odd;
to feel as if you're getting somewhere, when in reality you end up nowhere.
it's all been the same, never can win this game, it still fights me like a flame.
it should be a crime, to hurt like this all the time.
but don't worry, i'll be fine.
just remember, next time you pick up the phone to give me a ring, i might not answer
because sometimes it just takes
one thing.
