My grateful hatred bites your neck,
and rips out your heart
with the mercy I never got.
You knew this was my fear.
You know just what it does to me.
And even, now,
my bloody fingernails
can say so much about the nothingness
in my slowing heart.
I’m suffocating
on the blood that chokes me,
and I’m screaming,
screaming!
But you refuse to listen.
And no one else can hear me in the silence. Silence.
A memorable shiver reminds me
that I’m alone.
A resounding tick, tick, tick
describes my fled sanity.
Don’t talk;
Don’t breathe.
Don’t talk;
Don’t breathe.
Let the ignorance do its work.
You will be in some form of company soon. Broken glass shatters reopening old wounds
that are impossible, now to stitch.
I am an ugly little girl
when there’s no one to tell me otherwise.
I am an ugly little girl,
I am an ugly little girl.
Each time I find myself alone,
I sink farther,
farther.
Yet his music fills me up.
Is it happiness?
Is it companionship? No.
It is solely a feeling.
I had forgotten such a thing existed.
He’s not a well man.
I am not a well woman.
Silently we destroy one another.
Too bad he isn’t real.
This psychotic silence is tearing me apart.
The emptiness will cut the air that’s choking me, but I won’t fade forever.
I’ll only be alone.
The creaking door alerts me
that there’s nothing
outside this numb closet I live in.
Don’t you hear me stare?
Can’t you see me scream?
Do you know I’m scared to death?
My tear-sparkled eyes will tell you so much. They’ve been through hell
and they’ve witnessed death.
These tear-sparkled eyes need to finally rest. They’ve seen plenty of no one.
One day I’m determined to dance through death. My feet know the steps.
They will lead the way.
One giant leap.
And they will rest forever.
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