don't play around with this stuff.

it's really not as romantic as they
try to make it sound.
i can't understand why anyone would lie
and pretend like they've been down that road.
it's not cute, it's not even sad...
it's sickening.

turns you inside out
makes you feel like you'll never
scrub the guilt off of your terrorized
memory and your vulnerable body

makes you shake at the mere thought
of talking about it.
you don't even cry at all anymore
cause...well you just don't.

it's the real world.
you can't eat, can't sleep
feel condemned by every waking moment
and you blame yourself for all of it.

try to rationalize it all
make it seem like an accident.
and when that doesn't work,
here you are again,
hovering over a toilet bowl

trying to hold yourself together
cause the tears won't fall
but you're falling apart
shaking and you're sick at your stomach

words run together
the floor crashes into the ceiling
your world is spinning
and you just wish you could hide in
a dark corner, hide from it all

but this is your life.
and you have to deal with the facts
that you were destroyed
and that it'll haunt you forever.

does that sound romantic to you?