It Ends Tonight

Sometimes you feel like screaming.
Sometimes you feel like hitting the wall.
Sometimes you feel like hollering profanities at the top of your lungs until you're out.
Sometimes you feel like kicking a chair.
Sometimes you feel like bleeding.
Sometimes you feel like falling over the window and landing into pieces at the first floor.
Sometimes you feel like taking a person's head (preferably the one who's responsible for landing you in this state), and plucking out every single strand of hair, banging it against a door, then placing it on top of the keys of a piano and slamming the cover shut.


This is one of those times.


You say you understand, but you don't.
When I tell you how I feel, you'll find excuses for yourself and usually end up getting pissed at me.
You neglect me when you're around your friends.
You always claim you don't but you're not me that's why you'll never know.
You treat me like treasure only when you need a favour, but when you don't, I'm invisible.
Whenever you said I'm your best friend, I believed you.
Whenever you said you needed them not, I trusted you.
Whenever I said I wanted you, you go with them.
Right from the start, friends were more important to you.


So what can I do?

Sit behind the computer screen and cry.



I thought you were different now.
I guess I'm wrong.
Nothing compares to this.
Don't even bother asking me, or telling me that you're sorry.
What am I supposed to say to you?







The truth is, I've been wearing a mask
Putting up a strong front
But I can't do that anymore
I miss you
I really do