You said I shouldn't have ignored you today.
That you wanted to talk to me.
That you didn't mean to bother me but I should've answered.
I told you I was in a mood.
Not to take it personally.
I avoided everyone today.
You told me that I shouldn't be an *******.
This.
You
Are the ******* reason I spent all day,
Sitting on my bed,
Strumming my guitar.
Playing the same songs over and over.
I could've hung myself from the rafters instead of restringing it.
But I didn't.
Maybe I should have.
At least then I wouldn't have to deal with the hypocrites that make me want to in the first place.