I remember everything you tell me.
Every conversation, every joke, every compliment;
stuck there in my head with a staple gun
replaying forever.
It started the day we met.
I liked you then, too.
That was more than a year ago.
Time with you goes by so fast.
You are just a box of stupid cliches.
I scream and I scream
"Get out! Get out! Leave me alone!"
I kick and thrash and throw things.
Why don't you come sit with me?
Feel the pain that you
put me through.
Swallow your pride and look what you've done;
how you've broken me.
I wonder how much you know.
It hurts really bad.
Sometimes you bring me to tears.
Me!
Such a strong fearless little girl.
Nothing makes me cry.
I am the greatest war hero to ever live.
I've been through Hell,
and came back without a mark
But this thing is worse than that.
The worst of it all
is when you tell me pretty things
Meaningless, insignificant things
that drop on my head and flatten me to the ground.
It's wearing me out like nothing else.
I only hate to imagine
what it would be like without you.
Even though it hurts,
I'm glad you're still here.