They say you’re ruining me.
You say they’re ruining me.
Honestly, what does that even mean?
I’m fighting to stagnant forces,
neither wanting to move.
It’s my life, my decision.
Yet I can’t ignore the screams,
the shouts telling me to give you up.
I ignore them and defy
but as the days grow on and
the screams grow louder,
it gets harder to resist.