I can't take the fighting anymore,
I just can't take the hit from the punch.
It hurts whenever I say it,
and it hurts whenever you say it back.
I don't hate you,
but you make me say, make me think it.
I tried to keep it to myself,
but you made me feel,
like I've never felt before.
My anger and my hatred were revealed for all to see,
and I'd thought I'd hide them so carefully.
I spoke before I thought,
you should have known that be now.
I told you something I didn't mean,
that's just how I worked.
I told you I'm sorry,
but we were both feeling angry,
I'm sorry for not having my thoughts straight.
I'm sorry for caring so much about everything.
I'm sorry that I'm about to drift into auto-pilot.
I just couldn't help myself,
you'd do something and I automatically felt something.
Sometimes I didn't mean what I say,
sometimes I just wanted to speak aloud,
hoping it will straighten out my tangled thoughts.
All I could say is sorry,
but it never seemed to be enough.
As my hand falls, clutching the pill bottle,
my thoughts are finally at peace.
I hope this world without me is better then the one with me.
I'm doing this so you won't have to feel any pain,
when you look at me.
All I ask is that you leave me a flower,
every now and then.
I'll always be there,
if you want to yell at someone.
Just yell out to the sky,
and I'll yell right back,
about the you I left behind.
