how much longer

a reoucurring realization that may only end tragedy

its never in view although always on mind

the truth and reality you never seem to find

fuck you and you and your blind bliss

you getting me is much more like a miss

a blatent disregard you choose not care

i dont truly know how much i can bear

i fear the end is nearing, so close at hand

i can see my beginging, im taking a stand

who are you not to value my worth and my time

if thats how you want it, here i draw the line