Pick up the pieces...

Don't pick up the pieces,
Of my life from the floor,
And why not just spit at me,
Before you walk out that door.

Don't look into my eyes,
And expect a reaction,
'Cause this monster inside,
Is proving a distraction.

Don't question my motives,
So what if I'm wrong,
You would too be confused,
If you'd felt this for so long.

Don't hate me for something,
That is now part of me,
I'm no longer that girl,
That I once used to be.

Don't shout at me for crying,
Or for wanting your help,
You must understand that,
I won't pull through by myself.

Don't lose faith in me,
For things I do not achieve,
'Cause it's harder to win now,
No matter how much I believe.

I scream for all the pain it releases,
Because I'm always left to pick up the pieces...

(Venting)