Crushing

I feel like
I'm getting crushed
Under the weight of this
secrecy.

I feel like
You're taking me apart
and you won't give the pieces

back to me.

Do you know
that you've got me
*wrapped around your finger?

Are you aware
That I've ended up
On the floor?

I'm screaming and screaming
And telling you to stop

But the thing is
you can't hear me anymore.
And who's fault is it?
mine.

Oh darling,
I'm aware.

I promise you I know
And I won't say it isn't fair.

No one forced me to pretend
(no-one, but myself.)

No one else confused
What's real
And what's not.

People told me
With open arms
"Talk to me, it's okay."
And who was the one that ruined it?
I was the one who ran away.