I've told all that I can say,
In regards to how I feel.
When I say it to your face,
You think I am not real.
Twenty-three days after,
Twenty years to be exact,
Nothing seems to matter,
But my life is hardly intact.
You don't want me anymore,
Since you think I'm negative,
All I've ever asked you for,
Was just one reason to live.
I never asked you for much,
Even if I really wanted to.
It destroys me being such,
A waste of time for you.
I don't want to be alright,
And nothing more or less,
For my entire fucking life,
Or the life that comes next.
I am tired of moving past,
With only those memories,
That are forever attached,
Trying to keep me at ease.
I want to live up to your,
Expectations set too high.
I want my day twenty-four,
To incite day twenty-five.
You only put me through pain.
I wish you knew how I felt,
You don't see I'm not okay,
With the hand I was dealt.
I've been paying these dues,
All I've done for you is give,
Praying for you to choose,
To give me a reason to live.
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