Crumble and Writhe
Always the type, to love what is broken
The aftermath; depression - a miserable token.
Remembrance, in why it is I hate you
Please give me a reason to blame you.
At moments, I can't stand it,
This insufferable pain.
At others, it is soothing
For all I have now is to gain.
You made me a promise;
Friends until we die.
I intend to keep this-
You'll crumble and you'll writhe.
The aftermath; depression - a miserable token.
Remembrance, in why it is I hate you
Please give me a reason to blame you.
At moments, I can't stand it,
This insufferable pain.
At others, it is soothing
For all I have now is to gain.
You made me a promise;
Friends until we die.
I intend to keep this-
You'll crumble and you'll writhe.