You fought,
I thought.
You smoked,
I wrote.
You lied,
I cried.
I got sick of being disappointed when you weren't there.
I got sick of crying when I knew you didn't care.
I got sick of pretending it wasn't the truth.
I got sick of hiding that I'd seen the proof.
I got sick of faking a smile for everyone around.
I got sick of silencing my thoughts, not making a sound.
I got sick of defending you when people called you dumb.
I got sick of thinking about what you had become.
I got sick of hurting myself because of the on-going fight.
I got sick of having no one to talk to, so I started to write.
