You
You bastard
what's going on?
did you know
at the time
that YOU made me breathe?
That YOU were the reason
I believed in anything
outside of my skin?
You made me believe
you were there, you asshole,
and just when I trusted you
with this
with the truth
you throw it back
in my face
with a hardened glare,
spitting back acid
into my eyes
trying to tell me
how I feel
and telling me
that I disgust you.
You don't know what's in my mind
you prick
you think you know me, don't you?
You blame it on me
that I never hug you
when you act like my touch is poison.
You tried to say
that I wasn't confused
that I wasn't distressed
by the mess I've caused.
You can't tell me you know me!
You can't see inside my head anymore!
I blocked you out
when you told me
you didn't want to hear my voice again.

04/27/2003

Author's Note: God damn it I can't make you see can I?

Posted on 04/27/2003
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