"You should be happy."

Yeah.

Sure.

Whatever you say.

I was going to tell you.

Going to tell you why I was just "ok."

I tried to find you,

But you had already left.

It's her birthday.

I still have to make her a card.

This is a wonderful birthday present.

I'm tired of life being tossed around

Like it's in a washing machine.

I'm tired of being mad,

And trying to figure out who to be mad at,

And trying not to pick sides.

You're the pillar that I lean on emotionally,

And I needed you today --

I still need you.

And you're not here,

And your last words to me

Were telling me I should've been happy.

I know you meant it in a positive way,

But there's a lot you don't know,

And now I can't tell you

Because tomorrow it will be too late

And it would be awkward to bring up.

Your words slightly wound me, and your absence hurts even more.