In bed I tell myself,
That I am too far gone
There is no turning back
This is who I am,
What I have become.
And there you are lying,
Breathing the same air I breathe
As you sleep beside me.
Again I ask myself
Why? Why do you stay?
Why do you even persist?
Is it simply because of love?
Or is it something else entirely?
Then again, does it matter?
Of course it does, stupid ****
Everything has its reasons
I just don't know hers
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
In bed I tell myself,
That I am too far gone
There is no turning back
This is who I am,
What I have become.
And there you are lying,
Breathing the same air I breathe
As you sleep beside me.
Again I ask myself
Why? Why do you stay?
Why do you even persist?
Is it simply because of love?
Or is it something else entirely?
Then again, does it matter?
Of course it does, stupid ****
Everything has its reasons
I just don't know hers
