The Odyssey of My Issues

Your issues incoherently became mine Still wondering how did I survive From your vicious past And your troubled present Was it just me turning a blind eye? Or me suffocating in my own denial, Perhaps it could've also been my pride However this might have all started out I still can't believe I fell for your petty truth And with all that has happened, It still feels like I want to put a gun to your head And perhaps pull the trigger to take you of your misery That I so dismally failed to do But don't you care that I have my own issues too? I love you more than I hate you but not more than I like you I never wanted to turn back to the cries of fear afraid that I might start a fire But the value of my teardrops keeps my face dry Knowing that your existence is more than my selfish desire.