blinded

i've been sick a long long time. i can remember nights back at home where i would pray for sleep that often never came so that i could stop whatever hurt it was i was feeling. i've been getting better, and i hate to say i think some of my sickness lies in you. something in me knows it, but i don't want to believe it. i keep telling myself i'll be strong enough to deal with what your short comings may cause. it's my own fault really for thinking that because i was getting better, you could somehow come through for me. you have proved to me once again that the faith i've had is you is both blind and unfounded.

"when i see you, in spite of all that we've become, i'm still blinded"