I don't want to talk about it.
We're not getting anywhere discussing this. I just want to get away, but my insides don't want to forget.
I'm sorry that I can't forget how much it hurts, how much you lie, how many promises were broken.
I'm sorry if I find it hard to believe that I mean anything at all, but no one opens up my mouth when I can't catch my breath, least of all you.
I'm sorry if you can't deal with me being mad, angry or depressed, because I'm only human and this is all your doing.
I'm sorry if I still feel used. You're still with her. You'll still put my head on the slicing board for her.
I'm sorry that you still can't see what all of this is to her.
I'm sorry that I know you will get hurt and won't be able to do a thing about it, because you don't care.
No, really... Let's just stop fighting, and I'll pretend like we feel nothing at all. Cause the next time you ask me what's wrong when my head falls into my arms I'll tell you that "I Don't want to talk about it."