Like a headache, you frustrate,
a thorn I can't remove, It's pretty bad.
The things I wanted to say I passively filtrate,
your conveniently there like last season's fad.
hot headed, so fast, you intimidate.
Hard to find happiness with what I had,
pure negativity escaping between your teeth, I won't participate,
as blood boils, face turns red, furiously mad.
Silence is better than the crap you anticipate,
it all makes me wanna gag.
Pick & prod compulsively trying to investigate,
Can't take back the shit I never said, it makes me sad.
Why must I always hesitate?
When did things get this bad?
© REDS


#pain #Love&love #sad