Pity
The saddest satisfaction
I call you when I know
You're no good for anyone
Don't know how to ween off
I don't hate you
I hate the things you do
The things you say
The things you don't mean
But say anyways
The saddest truth
I know about you
Is that you're not
Entirely bad
You're just too selfish
To stop what you do
I don't know you
I wish I did
I want to help you
But is it even worth it
Are you even willing
Or am I a waste like you?
The saddest night
Was laying next to you
Hearing you sigh and
Not being able to see your eyes
Knowing we both laid broken
I wish I could tell you things
I wish I wasn't so closed off
I wish you knew I don't love you
I wish you knew I use you to feel
If I even feel anything at all
The saddest thing
Is I don't think you care
It's OK I don't care either
And that's the saddest thing
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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