• I am so sick
    Of always thinking of you,
    And now my life’s miserable,
    And I don’t know what to do.

    I can’t keep hoping,
    Can’t just hang on.
    I’m not perfect.
    I can’t wait that long.

    But why do I wish
    For what was never there?
    I hate it all.
    God, it’s not fair.

    Everyone around me
    Will never know
    About how I feel
    And the tears I’ll never show.

    They can’t ever know
    That I’m falling apart
    And I’d do anything
    To get rid of this heart.

    Just being around you
    Made my heart begin to beat,
    But now that it’s alive,
    These wounds are able to bleed.

    God knows how much
    I want to hate you,
    So why does my stupid heart
    Want to wait for you?

    If I tore this heart out,
    Then could I not feel?
    Would the apathy I fake
    Become any more real?

    Would my coldness
    Become less of an act?
    Could I gain the empty heart
    That I need but still lack?

    I try to run away,
    But you’re still in my head.
    Would this heart hurt any less
    If I were heartless or dead?

    You barely know me,
    But I wish you’d let me go.
    This heart I keep trying to hide
    Is slowly beginning to show.

    You’ve made me vulnerable.
    I hate how that feels,
    And, thanks to this heart,
    It’s nothing if not real.