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