You try to convince me you still care,
but
Your affection is muted by your lethargic actions.
I don't know what to do .
(What do you want from me?)
My stomach aches,
my head is sore,
All these thoughts take hold, my temples are on fire.
I want to scream,
Lash out at all the things I don't understand.
And you're so phlegmatic.
My skin feels cold
It's 30 degrees out in the world and I still shake,
At the thought of you gone.
You've made me bitter and angry
That's it -
I'm giving up Hope.
Optimism is not for me,
It's only for people who still believe in a beautiful world.
