False hope is but a comfort
A fluffy pillow of lies
This is what I allow myself to succumb to
Because I see no other answer.
I'm once again unsure of where I stay
Unsure of what to do
A choice of pain must be made
Yet neither side is truely pleasant
Both sides of the road make me smile only slightly
As both have their good moments and days
Yet one is broken, in need of help
And the other is torn between two in the same.
My determination makes me scream inside my head
"I can fix this, I can."
But deep within the recesses of my mind
I know I can't.
That still leaves my question unanswered.
Where am I, and where do I go?
Exposed, confused, hurt
But most of all, selfish and unfair.
It needs to stop. /I/ need to stop.
I'm doing the one thing I told myself I wouldn't
Told /him/ I wouldn't.
I'm being defiant and selfish, in turn causing pain.
/Wreteched am I/