Bewussteinsstorm

I heard it The sound of him yelling and her back hitting the wall My ear pressed against the door, and in my stomach lay a pit I wanted to walk away and ignore it, but there I stay Hearing it all

I tried to end it a thousand times, and everytime you've apologized. Yet, with or fights bigger and our patience smaller, We both stopped and realized it's all a bunch of lies.

I didn’t do anything; I don’t think I have. Have I done something without realizing? This is all my fault. Maybe it’s my hair. Or the weight I’m losing. It could be when I sat in his chair? Or how easily I’ve been bruising? I don’t know what to do; He’s gotten into my mind. I wish he’d just give me a clue So I can free myself from this emotional bind.

I feel like our connection is like one-way glass, But which side am I seeing? Who is just looking at themselves and their own insecurities? And who is seeing the truth?

He’s out again, longer this time I’ve been laying in bed, listening to our janky wind chimes. But I have to get up and make him dinner; While I’m fattening him up, I’m getting thinner I can’t even think about eating I just want to know what he’s doing, who is he meeting? He was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago, he usually calls Now he can’t even let me know, man does he have balls. “Fifteen missed calls and twenty-eight messages,” That’s what happens when I am ten minutes late; But he can’t even text one lie while he’s on his date. I don’t even bother anymore, he doesn’t answer I bet he wouldn’t even check his phone if I was diagnosed with cancer.

I can’t even gather the will to kneel and pray

My eyes droop as I stood before thee 
As you snickered and ignored my plea 
For my feelings were useless to you, though they still lurk And no point I made could ever rupture that smirk You stood there proud and tall, 
Looking down upon me like I meant nothing at all. I tried to open my mouth to speak, 
But you just just turned the other cheek I just want you to know how I feel, 
But your heart seemed as cold as steel. 
I thought I knew you like the back of my hand, When in reality, you were from a different land

And the patter of the rain

Just thinking about our friends brought shivers down our spines

Some memories of that time, now, being blurry

I really appreciate it!

incorrect german and political views, what a great day