Your childhood shouldn’t be mine. You apathetic ****.
I know you don’t care. That’s why it hurts. You’re father was gone, Maybe that would be better. You’re here, but not for me. You’re just a huge tease.
Without words you flay. Furl me in a calm. Just to show what worth you have of me. I’d rather be whipped. At least then you’d use me.
Your always at my leash. If I try to pull you to me. You’re never at the end.
Endless release of my constant fill. Never seems to bring benevolence. Slamming fists, yelling to a burn, Biting until blood, hurting until bruised.
You’re a tick I can’t rip out. Burrowed and *****. I can rip my skin open. Dig in. You’d never be found. I’d amputate your from me. With a saw, knife, or bullet. You **** me dry, and never pass a nod.
I can’t scream into another. Or cry with someone. They’re nothing to me. Cause they’re nothing to you. I have no one. Monkey see, monkey do.
There’s always something absent. Turgid and deeply rooted. It hollows my chest when I feel it. I’ll never taste it. Or have the chance to waste it.
Finding someone to abridge. Is frustratingly crippling. I sting just thinking about it. You knee capped me. I’ll never love. I’ll never be loved.