I Hope You Choke...

You
Tell
Me
Your
Tribulations,
As if I care,
I
Nod,
Try to be supportive,
But can't seem to get past,
The lengthy "pity me" jaunts.

I give suggestions,
Which
You
Ignore,
I tell you I believe,
You'll make it past...
You counter pretend I've said nothing.

You
Make
Me
Want
To
Scream,
And perhaps asphyxiate...
But there's nothing I can do for you,
Nothing I want to do...for you.

I feel as if I'm losing my grip...
On
This
Reality.
You are making me feel,
Like I'm lost too.

My faith has lost its hold,
I'm trying to believe in what I should...
But it's not there anymore.
Nothing
Is.

I'm turning into you.
I'm turning into everything I hate,
About you.
...I'm nothing anymore...
Thank you.