Who thought we would change this much? Not I. I didn't hate you even after all the bullshit and pain you caused me. I didn't hate you when you ran out and scorn your own flesh and blood. I didn't hate you after it all. I tried to stay friends but you just make things worse. I'm dramatic? I talk shit? Please. I defended you whenever others talked shit on you. I stayed true. I clung to my past too much? That's a part of who I am and that's what you excepted in the beginning when I warned you beforehand but you begged not to break up, to stay together, and wrote love letters and essays on why we belonged together so am I still the obsessive one? I had a right to be the way I was when you broke up with me. You can say that you tried your best in trying to insist to help but I know you didn't try at all because if you did you would've met up with me and I asked you to, I even told you before hand that I was getting checked up. You're not the person I once knew, the person I once knew died long ago and you're just a shell. All you care about is your image and not the heart.
Do I give up or try again? Do I fight or fall? Please help me God, I'm sitting on my knees, hoping for a change. I'm trying to be a better me, I'm coping with the pain. It was a big mistake; drinking, and drowning in my sorrows just to get me through today so I can see a new tomorrow. So I can finally be alive and resurrected. Please take a second, lead me in the right direction.
