Self-Destructive
I tried to talk you through it
I tried to be kind to you through that cold hard exterior yet again
But you lashed out
Throwing shard and anger indiscriminately
I reached out my hand
And all I ended up doing was catching hail/hell
Here I am now
Ice lodged in a bloody palm
Flesh searing with pain
A wrist on fire
if someone would've told me that this all would've been in vane/vein I would've shook
that notion off
but now I see
You like to take things out on those who did not wrong you
You explode on them, flinging insults like shrapnel thinking
You can offer up empty apologies like band-aids to cover the wound
Before coming back and doing the same things all over again
You do not care
You think that because nobody is Jesus and everybody has flaws that that
Excuses you to act however you want to act and be above reproach
But I'm telling you now, YOU ARE NOT
Who do you think YOU are?
You think you can talk to and say whatever you want and disregard the
Feelings of those who only try to have your back
But no more
I'm sick of your ....
And I am done with you
You don't deserve what I bring to the table
and I'm leaving you out there to swim by yourself
You keep saying that you have no friends
And I hope that one day you'll realize that the reason that is
Is not because of anything they do
but because you don't know how to control yourself
Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2016
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