Nightmares would be
better than this
silence you give
me.
How you only use me when
I can help you
with a problem.
My friends were right,
I shouldn't have given
you a second
chance.
But I couldn't help it,
you needed someone
and I always help
you.
It was an impulse
I suppose.
It was a ****** impulse.
And now I grow hatred
towards myself as I
keep giving you more
chances.
Why do I keep giving you
more chances.