That feeling when you get mad at me, because I didn't do the thing, you didn't ask me to do, cause I can't read minds; I'm not your parent. That tone in your voice when you go off about how unfair the world is, triggered by the slightest setback. The feeling when I sacrifice all that I am for the sake of your mood and happiness, in vain. That sound of the exacerbated sigh when I ask you to run an errand, as if I am not also tired. The pressure of carrying us both on broken legs. The pit in my chest when I ask your opinion and you say "I don't care," but you actually do care, because whatever choice I make is laced in ridicule. When you say you're doing something for me but you're just trying to make yourself feel better about doing it for yourself. When you use my disorder as a justification or excuse, but when I actually need your help you seem burdened and annoyed. That "okay then" moment when I give you everything you ask for and you take it as if you never wanted it.
"If love is a labor, I'll ***** till the end." -Rise Against
"these words are knives that often leave scars" - Panic! at the Disco
Goodbye Goodbye, Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, Goodbye ... Or so I thought I could say Shout and scream At your back That stands closeby... But it's so close I could reach out And touch your shoulder; I could turn you around... 'Goodbye' A word that is used a time too many Too many to really signify An end. But in the time it takes My tone to reach it- Til then- Goodbye
You used to talk to me in a nice tender tone It made me melt everytime you said my name The way you complemented me sounded so different from others Now it hurts it sounds like you dont care the tone, its empty and emotionless You barely speak to me but when you do Im hoping to hear that sweet tone i miss so much