TREACHERY,
Endless words that build hostility.
What does it take?
What will cause your satisfaction?
It is not enough to repeatedly stab at healing wounds,
To twist the knife, that should do.
But it's never enough to quell your thirst,
Your thirst of pain and suffering.
SHAME,
You had me believe I was worthless,
Some thing that was there to burden you.
When I felt proud of my accomplishments,
All you could say was "Look what you did wrong."
Mistakes are often made, and I know I made many,
But to be broke down over all things I did wrong?
An impact you sure did make.
I am a person, and I am capable of feeling,
But not in your eyes, I was just shameful.
SELF-LOATHING,
I hated myself, for all the trouble I caused you.
For everything that I could not get right.
My attempts to fix things always ending worse than before.
"We can't afford it"
"You don't deserve it"
"Why do you want to go"
"You're not worth it"
"Mistake"
"Shameful"
I just could never get it right.
How could one person mess up so much?
HEART BREAK,
I couldn't handle it all, you never could see.
After everything, I didn't even like me.
What was I thinking? Why make it worse?
If I remove myself, well who would it hurt?
I tried once or twice, but I learned something then.
I couldn't even do that right, but why make it end?
Eternal suffering, that's the cost right?
I was already there, so why die twice?
But someone found me and picked up the peices.
Atleast what was left, and tried to help me.
I am still cracked, but no longer as broken.
I can still hear you, but I don't always listen.
I fight every day, happy to be gone.
But I can never get rid of these burdensome scars.
