It's best to know when to give up and stop trying.
I did a few weeks ago and you roused me up for another hearing.
I obliged. I melted. And I moved to meet you halfway.
Now I'm here, all I see is hate, or is it fear? Is it hurt or a resignation?
And I wonder why you called me back.
Is it not easier to have just let me stay dead?
It feels like you want to twist the knife into my heart again.
Is that your joy? I'm too tired for games. I'm too old in my heart to be tossed around.
I AM TIRED.
I RESIGN.
I WILL DIE AGAIN. Please let me stay dead.

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