the truth

Are you sick of me now, and
are you sick of me
now?

Can you keep yourself
together
long enough to try
to talk this out?
Would you ask a hurricane
to quietly
pass through town,
don't wanna sit it out.

I wanna smash up Fences that you built up
around my -
HEART is like an
empty vessel
built just to get
smashed up.
Something is telling me
you don't even give a fuck.

So are you sick of me now,
or what the hell is
going on?