Comatose

I managed to avoid him for a couple of days. It was easy, really. All I had to do is not answer his texts (or even if I did, I just replied "k"), not answer his calls, reply casually to his instant messages.

And then today, I let my emotions get the best of me again. I told him what I really feel...and now I feel so vulnerable. now I feel like I've given him some power over me. now I need to know what's happening.

It is true, the pain is much much deeper when its those people you love hurt you. And when you let people in, its as if you gave them the right to hurt you...over and over and over...again.

This is where I say I've had enough

And no one should ever feel

The way that I feel now.

A walking open wound,

A trophy display of bruises

And I don't believe

That I'm getting any better.

Waiting here with

Hopes the phone will ring

And I'm thinking awful things

And I'm pretty sure

That few would notice.

And this apartment

Is starving for an argument.

Anything at all to break the Silence.

Wandering the house

Like I've never wanted out

And this is about

As social as I get now.

And I'm throwing away

The letters that

I am writing you 'cause they would never do,

I would never do.

So don't be a liar,

Don't say that "Everything's working"

When everything's broken.

And you smile like a saint

But you curse like a sailor

And your eyes say the joke's on Me.

Saints and Sailors - Dashboard Confessional