Comfortable Dysfunction

Even with the best intentions some people just can't do better. It hurts to hold on, but you're scared to let go because for so long it's the only way you've known. I'm speaking in reverse defining what I see because where you are is who I use to be. Let me set the record straight; there is nothing worse than blocking the exit door when you know you have no home to share. My heart aches as I see you struggle to keep up the fight when the battle is over. Dysfunction being your safety zone, you frantically push searching for the usual response; totally dismayed when it does not come, since drama is your only comfortable space. Everybody's picking on you or your so misunderstood. Maybe the world owes you something, since when did goodbye come with a price? Why must one bid for freedom when you've both had enough. Wouldn't it be nice to have a peaceful goodbye.