please don't be angry with me.



some people tell me I am killing myself slowly.
that i should pull myself out of this mess.
i hate goodbyes. i say goodbye. i cry...
i reach home. close the door.
i cry.. i lay in bed. i cry.. i off the tv. i cry..
i type at my keyboard. i cry..
i sing to myself. i cry..
i sleep. i cry..
i wake up. i cry..
i bathe. i cry..
i wait for time to pass before i leave for school. i cry..

i have so many things to tell you..
i want you to know everything.. everything..
i want you to understand..
i want you to tell me you are happy..
i want you to tell me the truth..
i want you to tell me to go away..
i want to tell you i love you..

sorry, i repeat when i'm messed up.

why, so fast? i knew it was inevitable that this pain would come one day.
but why so fast? why slice at my wound when it is still so fresh?
why leave me completely when the skin where you tore when you left
has not healed? not even started to?
i don't blame you.. i really don't..
please listen to me and tell me the truth..

i don't want you to leave.. but i know you have to...
please listen to me..
i'm sorry....