You don’t deserve to keep on thinking you’re a good person.
You are not right, and so it’s entirely against my moral code to apologize.
Still, I feel damn miserable right now, and they say to choose the higher road and be kind.
But then you’ll just do this all over again, and wield that miserable power of superiority, as you make me feel like nothing once again.
But I am so much more than you would ever give me credit for being.
Underneath my tears and various defense mechanisms, I have a heart.
And mine, unlike yours, still has the ability to love.
And I love you still, although that’s what tears me to these awful bloody shreds.
I feel miserable at your hands, but I survive.
And sometimes, that’s the best a person can do, given the circumstances.
In spite of everything, I am still surviving.
I will not sink.
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