I'm crying the same tears of pain again.
One day they'll all run out.
And then what will I do?
I know I'll never stop being mad,
And I'll never stop being sad.
Life just can't resist pissing me off.


And you are one of the problems.
Loving you is like loving a disease.
And I'm not strong enough for the vaccine,
Or deserving enough.
But I know I can't be mad at you,
I can only be mad at myself.
Mad at myself for getting my hopes up
And thinking that maybe by some slim chance,
It was possible for you to love me back.


Is it ok just to give up?
Is it ok to drop all your problems unto a blade,
And let that blade release all the pressure that you had held inside?
I don't want to wait around to find out.
I can't erase my words or actions,
But I know I can erase me.