Mar 4, 2005
It's All Over, All Over Now
| How much more can I take? Ask yourself that question everyday. You'll find some reason why you can take all the shit that's thrown your way. My reason is now gone. I can't find solitude anymore. The pleasure of pure silence is no longer a factor to me, and there certainly isn't anything better than enjoying the silence while I stare at the stars. That option is totally gone. Niether the silence nor the stars offer me any peace. So what else is there? I gave you everything, I gave you trust and salvation, I gave you everything I could provide, I gave you strength to stand, and you shoved me... down. If you have a problem, keep it to yourself. I'm sick of correcting grammar, comforting you "tortured" souls, you "sheltered" bastards, and those of you just looking for the attention that you know I'll give. I'm tired of helping, I'm tired of getting joy out of your smiles and your laughs, I'm tired of your voice and the lies that you spew. I'm done with the tasks that I tirelessly put myself though for you, no more conversations to help your psyche, no more inflating your ego, no more telling you how much you mean to me, no more drying my eyes because I know I'll never have you, I'll never go through it again, I'll never spill my heart for you. Until the day I die, I'll never come back for you. |
posted by Mike at 4:43 AM
