She says, “I want to **** myself, I want to die.”
I calmly say, “Not tonight.”
A night later she says she’s okay with pain.
I say she has feelings she needs to contain.
I try to tell her that she’s perfect.
And if she’s told otherwise those people have the defect.
But my words never work.
To her I’m nothing but another ****
She tells me that no matter how close she gets she’s never there.
That no matter how she tries nobody cares.
Then what is that in the mirror I look into?
Am I the nobody that will never break through?
Are my words as empty as theirs?
Am I really invisible like air?
Because if that’s the truth I won’t try.
Because if that’s the truth I’ll be the one who dies.
Maybe if I died those words you say,
Wouldn’t come out of your mouth another day.
Oh but my mistake.
I seemed to have forgotten that I’m someone you forsake.
So even if I weren’t there.
You wouldn’t seem to care.