You say you love me.
But do you really?
My wrists are blood stained,
My cheeks are tear tracked.
My eyes are bloodshot,
My palms have nailmarks.
And yet you say I'm fine.
Telling me, To **** it up,
And never show my feelings.
You say you love me.
But you never show it,
Doing me harm,
With your inactive behavior
Towards my pain.
Never realizing how,
Long ago you lost,
Your one and only daughter.
You say you love me.
But I flinch,
As you say my name,
In that harsh, blaming voice.
You say you love me.
I say you don't.

-3nwlry