You hurt me most When you hurt yourself I understand how When you feel pain It can seem like The only solution But I want to fix you Put you together Hold you still, for Every insult You mutter to yourself Feels as if You screamed it at me Every meal That you skip Makes me Want to purge Every cut You give your self Is a ****** tear At my heart The pain you put yourself through Is not just a punishment for you It ruins me Inside So I have to share in Your pain That has become Mine
Remembering Sunday by All Time Low just came on, and I hate the memories tied to it. Hate them. - - - The title and note have no relevance to the subject matter of the poem itself. - - -