Forever They Will Be Secrets To Me

I get angry at you. I scream and I fight and I rage because it's all I have left. The anger and the fight and the hatred are all the only things I have left because, in reality, you know that this is going to end soon. You're going to leave just as everyone else has, and you know what? Honestly, if that where to happen I'd be ready for it.

You've done this so many times already that I'm ready for you to go. In my own sick way, I want you to. I want to to get up and go and never come back because in my head this is turning your back on me and leaving me for dead. You've pushed me this far, and I'm not stopping. I'm going to continue to hurt and devour myself until I'm nothing but a distant memory in your mind. Who knows, maybe when I'm gone you'll realize that I was worth it.