The rage traveling through my veins is a horrible pain to bare(sp?).
I can't stand the thoughts that run through my own head.
All I want to do is gut you like a fish when you talk to me like that.
I'm stuck in the same rut everyday, and you never make it any easier.
Your only good for what you want out of the day.
It never matters how I feel, even if I scream it in your face.
I get so tired of talking, it never does a damn good.
All I'm doing is waisting my breath with you.
I could whail my hurt so loud the God could here it..., but I don't care for them to hear it.
I want your attention...I want your compassion.
Screw everyone else..well they really don't care either.
I guess I should be use to it then, though I'm not.
Stupid me, thought you'd be different, that you'd make a difference in my life.
You sort of did at one time, and I'm greatful for those moments you give me.
Now...it's like none of that matters anymore.
You don't give a shit if I'm hurting, even when your the cause.
How am I to go on like this...living through everyday..wondering what kind of day I'm going to have because you came home.
I'm just...so...drained...the life and love sucked from my soul...all because you walked through that door..and opened your mouth.