Relation Ship Wreck

wrote this ages ago, its depressing but expresses how i felt at the time well.

Afraid of the dark, but the sunset is so pretty.
Unsure about death, but living is so shitty.
On pill, two pill, three pill, four
you were the one that I adored.
Five pill, six pill, seven pill eight
you are the one I love to hate.

Everytime that I have loved
it quickly dissolved to pain.
A cynical mind and a heart of stone
are all that I have gained.

You say you care
and I want to trust.
But did we fall out of love
or did you run out of lust?