Songs remind me of you, waiting till midnight for your potential call, knowing it won’t come tonight as you’re busy with him. But I wait up anyway. In vain.
You keep wanting me to come hang out, do you see it kills me every time? Do you care? Or are you merely using me?
Clawing me back, even as I need to escape. It’s my fault, I could always avoid you, but never do.
How can you not know it kills me.
You saw what it did to me before, the scars, only the ones that show. What is inside is worse. That night you said hurtful things, tore me apart, from the very core, the accusations and faulting of every aspect of mine I hold dear.
You even mentioned knowing how we had to stop talking and understood why. Clearly not, it kills me inside now as before.
How can you not see?
How can you continue my torture.
You continue my torture.
Yet I keep walking into it willingly.
It’s my fault but that doesn’t change the fact it kills me and you watch. You help me do it. Encourage me towards my end to come. My looking forward to nothing but the end, an escape from the pain, from my reality.
How can you do this?
You saw what it did to me.
Honestly, I regret we started talking again. Some of these times recently have been the best, but also the worst. That’s the hardest thing, saying goodbye to escape from the pain, from the darkness, from my torture. Is also saying goodbye to all the good times, in truth, the lies and disillusionment. But nevertheless they make things I am doing in life feel like they are worth something, mean something, give me enthusiasm for more.
I need to break out.
Need to make a change.
Need to escape you,
Escape my torture one way or another.
But I am left with one question I can’t answer.
Why do you encourage my pain, my torture?
Bringing up the guy, other guys, “hot” guys on tinder. I don’t want you to lie, but at least be truthful, and let me go as I need to.
Let me go as I need to.