°• disdain •°

oh the disdain I feel when around you. there's a pain in my chest whenever I realize I've done somthing you feel wrong, the arguments you say are the issue. but why must it be seen that way? oh the disdain when around you. I sit, an empty shell. waiting to be filled with somthing more then a void- the void for which you have corroded into what was once my being, my consciousness- me. oh the disdain when around you. of corse it's not all your fault, I know even myself have caused myself to be this way. when it all settles in, it seems to be more sorrowful because the disdain is cause by you and I.