I am glad the thoughts inside my mind
are mine and mine alone.
If you could know what I was thinking,
you would not recognise any part of me;
and I blame that on you!
I asked you not to hurt me.
I begged you on my knees to let me go.
I told you that I knew you would eventually leave,
yet you dared to disagree.
I've never wanted to hurt anyone
even though I have been hurt a lot myself,
but right now it feels like you grabbed a dying animal
from the streets of vicious darkness,
tearing apart every limb,
and plucking out every feather of hope they had,
for a reason that remains invisible to the naked eye...
… and you haven't even attempted to tell me why.
I still don't think I actually want to hurt you,
but the thoughts inside my mind
certainly want you to know
how much this hurts.
