I’m kind of done
Tired of feeling out casted, because you don’t know much about me. Maybe it’s my fault for not speaking out, but at least I know when to let go and cross the line. You don’t know what could hurt me yet you assume you do just, because of some weird preservernce you may have on me. No, god damnit. What makes you deserve my love?
I may know who you are from your nasty thoughts to the things that will crush you down to your feet. I love you though. I’d protect the shit out of you. You’re like family, but for some reason I wouldnt hesitate to leave you. At least now I can. One day when you travel more than just that crossed line you better be ready when you see the rage I haven’t released.