Ugly

You make me sad a lot.

You make me angry.
You make me tired.
You make me sick.

But I guess I make you sick back.

I didn't mean to.
And I didn't know.
And I didn't think you would be like that.
I still don't think you're like that.

But you are.

It's this ugly wrath that's taking over.
It's this ugly view that's distorted.
It's this ugly loathing that's left you feeling deserted.

But it doesn't have to be that way.

You don't have to do this.
You know that.
So why do you?
Why do you let this ugly monster suck the life out of you?

Because all I can see is you withering away.

All I can see is your hollow cheek bones.

Your darkened, sunken eyes.

All I see is the remnants of what used to be a healthy human.

What used to be...