neurotic_angel

I don't want to deal with the police phoning my house at 4am anymore.
I don't want to deal with the sadness that my dad feels.

I told you my secrets, you listened, I trusted.
Now you've gone and fucked things up again.

I don't want to deal with no one understanding what I'm re-living and thinking.
I don't want to deal with being alone again.

I don't want to forget the memories that we've had.
But in my mind, you're already dead.
Fuck you.

I hate you. I love you. I miss you.

I think it'll be easier for me to forget you in the long run.