an alternative to ennui
Is this abuse?
Last night you told me to kill myself.
Last night when someone else needed me more, you demanded my attention.
Last night when I rode in an ambulance to make sure my friend was okay, you made me out to be a selfish asshole.
You accused me of false altruism.
You told me that I only cared about myself.
You premised all this with “I love you”.
You made me feel worthless and disrespected.
You stomped on my words before I could even release them from my mouth.
I can’t believe I’m still with you.
Why haven’t I left.
You break me down so that I have nothing.
That promise you keep whispering in my ear is all I can hope for.
This cage of self doubt and ugliness – depression weighing me down.
I can’t fly anymore.
I don’t want to fly anymore.
Are you happy now?
Just like you.
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