Music: Waste Myself - This Providence
I wonder where did I go wrong to end up being treated this way.
You've driven me to a point where even words cannot start to explain the way I feel. Do I even feel? The million dollar question.
You scar me, over and over again. You make me believe that all this happened due to my incompetency. My flaws and not yours. My faults?
Perhaps.
You deem me to be immature. Mock my reasoning and judgments. Reduced me to nothing but a speck of insignificance, someone actually worth all this pain and injustice.
Perhaps.
You lash out harsh words at me. Label me cruelly, as if feelings never existed for me. As if dignity has nothing to do with me. As if my ego was made to be bruised and battered.
Perhaps.
Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I'm just needy and lacking in every aspect possible because all I can give is nothing but silence when you tell me of your dilemmas. Because all I can do is embrace your imperfections as they are but not make you perfect. Because all I can do is kiss your scars but not make them go away. Because all I can want is to not see you unhappy but I can never make you smile.
My loss. My shortcomings. My own inadequacy to deal with, my friend.
