my sacrifice

I can only pretent everything is going right for som long. I'm getting tired of yelling at myself saying that things are going to change, because at this poing I know that nothing is different. It is all the same garbage as before, except now I have someone in my own corner, directing me through the storm. I am tired of walking on glass around you, so if you don't want to listen to me screaming, either cut me down some more, or just leave. If not, I am just going to continue doing what I do, which is, walking on glass.