I don’t think it’s possible

for us to understand each other

and it’s far past time

for me to accept that and walk away

You’ll never know what you do to me

what you’ve done to me

what a mess has been made

of an already broken mind

I’m not sure I’m capable

of picking up the pieces

Not this time

They keep sticking in my fingers

my hands as bloody as my heart must be

as I spill it out to you

for no good reason

What am I doing here?

What’s the point to all this?

Jusr give up and disappear

it’s the best for both of us

I think