Angry
You're not something
I could ever learn
To regret
But had I known
If I could see
What would become of me
I would wish
For better for you
I would give anything to undo this
Growing stale
And breaking down
Our communication fails
And I can't reach you
If you can't reach me
You tell me
I'm overthinking this
You say
You wouldn't change a thing
But if you knew
If you could hear me
The pain
How raw it is
You might understand
What it's like
Why I turn away
Why I can't say
What runs circles
In my head
Why I toss and turn
In bed
If you knew
What would you do
What could you do
To save me
I don't want pity
Or your sympathy
I don't need
You to relate
Or bleed
For me
I never asked
For this
To end up like that
I never needed
Another reason
So please
Don't give me
Another reason
To be angry
Angrier then I already am
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