IRC-Galleria

everyday I think about giving up,
living out the part of the nice guy,
finishing last or not at all,
being only a friend all along.

you seem to keep avoiding me,
not answerring truthfully on my questions,
just leaving me hanging in this emotional hell,
is it so hard just to say those words out loud,
and giving me the clarity I have needed so long.

feeling like the maggot I seem to be,
my guitar being the one that truly understands,
hoping that one day you'd understand too.
until then I keep living out this hell you have put me through...