Submissions by OneMoreStep

I'm sorry that it was ruined for you.
And that you hate it.
I understand that, and I respect it.

But tell me, how come when it bothers me,
You don't give any kind of fuck?

"What's wrong?"
"Everyone just kept talking about it.
It made me kind of depressed.
And don't say I'll have it some day."
"But you will."
"I said don't."
"Too bad. Bye."

And then that was it. No words of encouragement,
Or anything to try and be sensitive,
Besides something I asked you not to say.
And...

Why do I have to feel the need to put my fist through the wall?

The tiniest little things set me off.
From a video game, to a break up.
My emotions boil over, I see red.
And I just want everything around me to die.
To fucking explode, just like I am.

Am I bi-polar?

The therapists all say yes.
For insurance reasons, of course.
But I can't help but notice...
My mood shifts so wildly.
And I thought that was a key part of it...

Why can't I be happy?

It always has to end.
Something always has to ruin it for me....

You say you love me?
That you truly care?
You are concerned for my well being?

Don't lie.

Maybe you give a sliver of a damn about my problems.
Or a shred of worry for my safety.
But love me?

Don't lie.

You never loved me.
You never could.
And yet you said you weren't in love with her.

Don't lie.

She's all you ever wanted.
Even when you said you wanted to be with me.
When you said you wanted to give guys another shot.

Don't lie.

You just can't come to terms with being a lesbian.
And...