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When Will I Learn
when will i learn that i cant live this way
living in the past so pessimistic to tomorrow
no longer even slightly carring for myself
laying out with my heart torn out and bloodied
when will i learn that i am too weak for this
becoming too drained to try to sew myself together
a constant victim to the pain inside me
yet not even throwing a fist back in its face
when will i learn that the words said were meant
even coming from the one least expected from
in a bubble of denial i pretend not to care
in a lifetime of insomniatic nights i sweat with fear
when will i learn to get the fuck out of her life
that she meant every word but those that sounded good
that the two of us were never meant to kiss
that now i have to pretend she doesnt exist
