I should be concerned. I should be worried,
I feel pressured. I feel hurried.
stewing in a *** with all of my useless fury.
It never does me any good.
I don't think you know how to properly love someone.
Maybe you never experienced it to understand.
But after all the things that to me you've done.
You can't expect me to be by your side holding your hand.
Rolling with the waves. I let the current take me.
I go with the flow, quite literally.
I'm just a guest on this earth. There was no manual.
Life feels so empty until you realize how your heart is so full.
All i ever wanted was for you to love me.
Not a certain version of me but every single day in every single way.
I always felt your love was transactional.
I had to earn it. Didn't deserve it. Considering what you got out of it.
Cuz i don't think you know how to give love to anyone.
I don't think you're capable of understanding.
But after all the things that to me you've done,
I bet you're shocked to see that i'm still standing.
I feel selfish when i choose me, that's how little you considered my needs. Making sure everyone else is comfy, while i drift into misery.