you hate me.

you wanted us to keep our distance, so i did.
it didnt seem that way yesterday when you just walked in.
you were just there.
it gave me the shakes, this isnt too good for me.
i worried others later on and had various phone calls and messages,
but i was fine, till i started thinking...
then it became all too much, once again.

it looks like a mess now but the oone that apparently cares was intoxicated,
angry and the guitar is blasting through the amp,
you seemed to blame me still for nothing i did,
alone, you're the only friend i seem to kind of trust,
but i dont know if you really count.

looking at what i did when i walked by myself,
well all i can say is that it will constantly remind of me of my stupidity,
or is it some kind of relief.
'fuck up', i do fuck everything up.
i admit it, just thr world wants to help but it doesnt understand what im saying,
so how is it that they can help if they dont know?

u r very good at writing poems..