What was

I sit here staring at the wall,
U cant walk until u crawl..
And staring at the wall u see,
Is better then crying histerically.
The first part of recovery is admitting the problems there.
Well ur the problem, the fact is u dont care.
U are easily influenced, pathetic and untrue...
Not only do i love u now... i have to hate u too.
Ur everything i hate to see,
everything i have tried not to be.
And ur chasing things u wont find...
Cuz they\'re sitting in front of u, u must be blind.
this discust is smothering, im losing control.
Searching for urself, losing me\'s the toll.
Things were good then they were bad, now there not existent,
I love u like i always have but now i completly resent it.