I was broken

you did not fix me

instead you threw pretty words in my ears
traced the indentations over my wrists
and said;
'never open them again'

but I did
I couldn't help it

you were here all night and gone the next morning
like a one night stand on a film
and the viewer keeps pressing rewind

you did not understand that
Satan
played with my mind like a toy

and voices filled the silence that you didn't;

I was the shell that you couldn't fill
abandoned on a beach to be washed away
by the slow tide

chilling to the bone

you do not and never will understand

not wanting to live
and wanting to die

are two very different things