Don't tell me to tell you what's wrong
Then wonder why I over react about everything.
Don't expect me to vent
And wonder why I'm so emotional in the end.
I have a few habits, yes.
Shouldn't you help me get rid of them,
Instead of adding salt to my wounds?
Because right now, you are those salty, grief filled tears that add that unnecessary sting to the ancient "accident" I had long ago.