I can’t please you, I never could.
So, I’m giving up, just like you think I should.
I go left, but you pull me right.
How are you hurt by the fact that there is nothing left for me, no fight?
You did this, it’s a monster you’ve made.
It’s what happens when you let your words affect others’ pain.
I’m a hurricane coming for you
With waves of the past pushing through—
Not something I can control. With every storm,
I’ve found me and you don’t belong.
That’s the way it is. I have nothing else to give.
Now I’m an empty well, just wanting you to let me live.
Ded. Your hearts well
