Want to know
how to shatter me into a million pieces?

Shut me out

My first instinct will be to pound on the door
until my knuckles are bleeding

Then I'll kneel down and plead with you to let me in

Then will come the silence
it always comes

Because I don't want to be where I'm not needed

I will wonder what I did wrong
and hang my head in shame

Then I'll be gone

Because I would rather you wound me with your words
than **** me with your silence