Ignoring the problem wont make it go away.
The thought of it leaving will make it want to stay.
Even though I’m sitting right here,
Right next to you.
You act as if I’m not.
This is our waltz that will never stop.
Filled with betray and misunderstanding.
Don’t you think I’m done suffering yet?
Until the last person is standing on Earth,
You will not speak my name.
You only take me for the blame.
Even though it isn’t my fault.
Even as I speak words of suffering,
You ignore them,
Reject them
And push them away.
You b*****s.
I hope you die.
Vile pieces of rotting dirt.
You only make everything worse.
You only make it worse.