Hurt Itself

I'm sorry I'm anxious My jealousy and anguish I'm sorry I'm upset over upsets And that I cry, when I see spilled milk It wasn't you just how I dealt with it Cause I don't know what to expect When you tell me that you love me but you're not in love I'm just naïve I guess I get it I woke up and smelled the roses and ate fruit that was forbidden I'm not fully intact, more accurately I'm in ribbons Shredded by this beast called Depression And I know it's not a choice to be addicted but I swear that I'm addicted to you I'm possessive and obsessive and I know I'm self-destructive I'm a mess And though I know it, I'm just trying to fucking cope over spilled milk I'm just trying to Over We've run out of bowls Or so I was told I haven't left my bed to look Because I can't stand the sight of silverware The kitchen is a trigger and I've been loaded since the glass first fell And we shattered on impact I was embarrassed but our last farewells ended in laughter And a sudden silence that soon fell after We both reminisced about the times before the milk spilled I try to be optimistic but the thought alone gives me chills And I've decided That maybe this is for the best You took good care of my heart and stitched the hole left in my chest They told me, don't cry but I won't lie I haven't left my bed in days I'd pray the pain would fade away But there's no window like the window to the soul of a broken home And though I try to rest at night I just can't sleep alone I wish that we could turn back time so that I'm not sitting here trying to fucking Fucking cope, over spilled milk