Waves

You want me to talk

Tell you how I feel

Until you don’t like what you hear

Then it’s all the same

Talk

Talk

Talking to myself

Only intensifies my pain

What if i ignored you

Treat you like you do

me

Can’t you even see?

No you get cold

And cold gets old

And old is this feeling

Of not being a part

Of always being in the dark

And I’m tired of needing something

From you

That you refuse to give

When it’s needed the most.

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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