had enough

what can i do
everything i touch
turns into stone
i'm a masacist
but the fault's my own
i can go back
but never go home.

and you.
sitting silently there
you think it's ok
flipping your long hair
i have no feelings
pretend i don't care
i leave
come back
but my paitance
has little room to spare.

not your fault.
you had a bad day.
i can take it
throw it my way
doesn't matter
nothing left to say
watch it splatter
break
all over my face.

i'll fix it.
bare the pieces
you go in clean
just hit the reset.
i'm used to it,
it's fine
really.
it's all mine
the bad
the good
the whole thing
i'll put it back
in it's right place.

no?
no, that's not enough?
no.. here's some more stuff.
i asked for it
right?
god these hands are cold.
yet i fight,
as if there somehting left
that i can still hold.

done.
i'm finnished...
your taking all my air.
i want to smile, breath
but there's nothing left there
take it all.
i don't even need it anymore.
watch me fall.
then walk away,
just please be sure
to shut the door.

is it ok?
well always.
of course.
now go away.