The attitudes of broken hearts,
the words you say, the tears they bring.
The anger felt, the moods that swing,
I'm happy now, yet feel forever sad.
To sit and take this, I sure as hell won't.
I don't need this crap, not from you.
You can't go all this time without a care,
then one day act like you've always been there.
Sure you were "there" but useless you were,
advice I could never get, or tips to being me.
No little secrets to great friendships,
only friends who feared of coming and visiting me.
Everyday, the walk home, stomache of butterflies,
no knowledge of the conditions you'd be in.
Always having to be prepared for the worst,
being able to take control of any situation.
The hardships we faced, you'll never know,
deny it might, but I guess that's what you'd do.
That night was the worst, you were out of control,
it's funny in a sense, of how you reacted.
Not a care in the world, senseless things on your mind,
but I guess that's what happens when your brains fried.
I thank god everyday for having that happen that night,
bad I admit but you finally learned, that things weren't right and stopping was a must.