I’ve been wondering, Feeling, Being trodden by you. You kick me When I’m down. You slit My throat But patch the wound. The symphony of scars On my skin Tissue, Is a gift from your arsenal.
As I lie bleeding, Half awake On the floor, You whisper Lies in my ears And tell me to disappear. You turn dreams into nightmares, Haunt my daily waking. I push you away But somehow you’re closer then.
You’re a mind game encased in my skull. Between the lines, you don’t hold back, Telling me truths as harsh as you can. I believe every word injected into my veins As the paragraphs line up.