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Personal (Melancholy) Your words are daggers,
and I’ve become numb
to what you say.
I cannot take this anymore.
I won’t let you
bring me to tears.
Why do you make me feel
like I can do nothing right?
You say without you,
I would wither and die.
Is that what you want?
Well, I won’t grant you
your wish,
but I will pretend
you don’t exist to me.
I can hurt you too.
Did you not know?
I know what you say
is all for attention.
When I ignore you,
I win this war.
I just wish I was
evil enough,
to really do
a number on you.
But as much as
you don’t see it,
I am a good person,
a loving person.
And I will love you
from afar.
