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I don’t why I’m writing this

Or even if I should

But if you do nothing for me

Read this, if you would

It’s not about an untold tale

Or a hurting, shattered heart

Or even about broken promises

Or two lovers driven apart

I don’t know why you say the things

The things you know that hurt me

I don’t know why you do the things

The things you know that crush me

I can’t make you believe the things

I say from within my soul

I can’t make you see the love

I delivered to you, like gold

I can only see you hearing me

Say things in my wrath

Say things in my anger, my rage

As I dwindle down this path

I can’t believe how I got this far

This bitter state I’m in

As tears stream down my cheeks

And my heart is full of sin

I don’t know why you make me feel

The way I always do

I want to rip this feeling out

And give it back to you

I don’t know what is going on

Inside I’m fucking dizzy

And the whole world won’t know because

They’re too God damn busy

I slit my wrists and bleed fresh blood

And this, too, you can tell

The scars again become numerous

Will I ever again be well?

Because inside I’m fucking burning

This pain will never be alright

But for what it’s worth, I want you to know

I sleep in your shirt at night...



© LJ Rodriguez