I hid my misery in apathy when actually you would never understand what it truly meant to me. This agony is atrophy and it's atrocious how anxiously you wait to push me off the balcony. I'll call that anxiety. You'll wait till I'm feeling better and laugh at me then rapidly and happily you calumny push me off the mountain peek, but my vitality has helped me survive this fatality. Then you have the audacity to think that I will accept an apology from the very first person I trusted with every part of me when you were the first person to question my loyalty? **** that, that's insanity if you think you can walk away from me and come back so casually and the way you broke my heart is a catastrophe, and when they see the damage they'll call it brutality. I'll tell you so even you will see. In all honesty, I couldn't see a better reality than one without you and me.