The Scars You Left
Your hatred hurts me like daggers,
Piercing through my mental flesh,
Puncturing what keeps me sane,
Why do you hate me so?,
I never did anything to hurt you,
Still you hurt me?
You seem to keep me on a spiritual leash,
Keeping me here against my will,
Breaking down my body and mind,
You may think I'm insane,
But inside I am dying,
With dry tears dripping into my lap.
Take these rusted chains off my wrists,
I can feel the blood running from beneath,
Remove the razor blades of remembrance from my arms,
Heal the scars that crisscross my neck,
I don't want to feel this pain anymore,
Why don't you just end my life?,
Have I not suffered enough for the sins I did not commit?
I never wronged you,
Never felt lust for another,
But still you deny the truth,
I wanted you once,
But now I just want you to die,
To let you bleed out,
To restore what you have stolen from me,
And return to my former state of death.
Copyright © Robert Needles | Year Posted 2012
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