It's Time To Give Up

And I'm just a little bit tired of it all.

Just a little bit sick of watching you

drag yourself on the stones

and going and going and going

until the gravel is crimson 

and you're covered in sticky dirt

clinging to last night's dress

that I loaned you.

I'm fed up

with feeding you bullshit

and you not even trying it on

to see if self-satisfaction is good enough for you.

I'm done with the whole

conspiracy that we made up that night

lying in the bed

looking at the ceiling

Because now I've finally given up,

now that I decided that maybe I'm okay with 

looking in the mirror and actually 

liking what I see for once in my life.

Now that's happened,

you've stopped caring.

I don't know if you ever really did,

but now you say it's up to me,

up to me to finish the job and not to 

let you down.

Here's a let down for you:

You have your own two feet.

Use them.

Stand up,

Grow up,

and realize that letting yourself

be miserable isn't in the dumb plan.