when will you learn? when will it hurt enough to make you stop for good? when will you realize that you can’t win, that things don’t change, that your dreams will not be reality?
when? you idiot!
so sit there, smiling like a fool trying to act like you’re not dying inside
we both know how much it hurts
so stop! stop sitting there looking so happy! so content!
she’s gone! gone for good!
and! hey, what’s with that gun? why, why are you pointing it at me!?