Tipped off the iceberg

I hate it. I hate the feeling of despair and hating myself for being such an idiot. Seven months of no return. Of having someone who's touched you oh so gently and you're suddenly past the point of oblivion but willingly turning the other cheek whilst you know you should see what's happening but you don't.
Have you ever wished for this to end tonight? Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself if it will get better tonight?

I'm tired of loving. I'm tired of this never ending curse. I need another story, something to get off my chest. I need an escape. Out of this world from you, of all the insencere. I don't need another perfect lie.