Denial

I'm still waiting for your replies..
And wake up to realise this is just a bad dream.
How many hours of waiting or being downstairs probably doesn't matter already.

Why has it come to this?
The demon feeding on your hate and anger has won. The very same one that implanted that I was your greatest mistake. I am no saint. I can't kill it alone, I think I only angered it more.

The very same one in me is feeding on my misery, telling me you're 27 and still fucking things up. What a loser.

Everything is crumbling, including my health. I would want to brave the rain and search the skies, but this toll has always been fatal to me.

No prize for the one standing last, who am I to ask for your forgiveness.

How I wish you were only mine.