Your words are strange whispers into my ears,
lies upon lies from all of the years,
selfish resistance,
impure and enraged,
lines and scribbles carved on my heart each day.
ruthless indulgence,
a cruel form of art,
you play with my head,
make me fall apart.
on the edge,
almost gone,
unimportant,
& then lost.
I'm less than them I already know,
cold and rude you don't have to show.
take away from me all that matters today,
stay away form me its better that way.
