Maybe I act like they don't mean a thing to me.
Maybe they really don't and I've been telling the truth all along.

You don't know,
Nobody does.

I take that back,
I do-
But barely.

I hate that they're ripping us apart,
Tearing us to shreads.

At the same time,
I love them,
I love you.

How do I choose?
What makes it the right choice?
Everything is so confusing,
My vision is blurred.

My heart,
Searing with pain
As it burns a hole in my chest.

Will I overcome the pain?
Or allow the pain to overcome me?