I’ve always been prepared
Trying to predict how things will go
What people say
Prepping for some unknown doomsday
I even knew why were going to fight just now
You see
I know how this goes

This is the part
Where you tell me you have no feeling
That somehow down the line
I’ve broken you
Tell me
If I have broken your heart
Then why are the tears streaming down my face?
You’re so quick to call me a murderer
That you don’t even notice
The blood dripping from your own hands
As you point the finger at me

The wounds I made on you
Start to heal
While the wounds you inflicted on me
fester
You’ve made me into who I am
This girl whose eyes well up
With apologies for things I’ve never done
The words dance down my cheeks

I don’t have to say it
It’s just like giving a condolence
Over the loss of a loved one
What’s the use of “I’m sorry”
If they’re already dead?

I’ve always been the morbid one
Out of the two of us
You used to laugh and tell me
I worry too much
Maybe I was always preparing myself
For the next catastrophe
But, the one doomsday I never prepped for
Was the day I lost myself