Sweeping Insensitivity

Trapped between two bad decisions, with no other option than to make a poor choice.
Seeing you both on a split screen.
Right on the edge of making you happy and chiseling a wider divide.
The anwser is the same, no matter which way I look.
I haven't even made my mark yet, and you're both so annoyed.
This heavy heart sags a little farther down, and bleeds a little more.
You just missed the two tiny tears that made their grand escape.
One down each side. One for each of you.
The ones for me only come out in dreams, wreking an uneasy sleeping body with heaving dry sobs.
Whats going to give? We're all so exhausted.