you only call when you need
something from me and you
only approach me when it is
convenient and you only think
to make me your first choice
when no one else is there for
you to attach yourself to and
you push push push me away
only to pull me back and guilt
me into believing it was solely
my fault, it was my fault and
i am wrong again and you are
quick to shut my seemingly
lonesome opinions down and
you tell me that i am simply
unnecessary and  that i am
nothing but unwanted noise
and unacceptable thoughts
and actions that deserve to
be neglected and scrutinized

the blows you inflict upon me
run deeper than the gashes
any knife could create and
every word feels exactly like
rubbing salt in an open wound
and you do not have the slightest clue.

t.m.