July 5th

I can't make you love me.
Least not anymore.
It's not worth it.
For me to just be dying on the floor.
Everything I try to do for you, gets trowed back at me.
Your making my eyes tear up. Making me want to bleed.
I try to hold my sadness, and hold back the pain.
But you just seem to make it worst, with your insulting names.
I call this a therapy right here for me.
I don't need your psychology, so stop bugging me please.
What can I do...
to get you too...
stop hurting me...
Emotionally!
Every little move I make, falls right on my face.
Every little step I make
Is just a fucking mistake.
Well than forgive me
Must be my bad
Well I don't care
Enough of this crap!
I cant.
Help the way I am.
I'm so sorry for making you mad.
But I can't always be to blame, in this little wonderland called life.