Irony

What can I say?
I wish I didn’t
Cause all this pain.

I know
I’m being selfish.

I know
I’d go mad if you acted this way.

And yet
I can’t bring myself
To stop longing for the sweet end.

This is how depression works.

Don’t get me wrong.
I feel pain
As you tell me of your worries over me,
As you say you fear my passing.

The sad thing is,
As I hear I am the cause
Of your misery, beautiful one,
I feel I must be punished.

Slowly, the knife looks friendlier…

by kazedragon
posted on 07/03/2009