you act like i'm the awful one
because i finally expressed the anger
that has been bubbling beneath the surface of my madness.
because at last i unleashed the hurt
that has slowly seeped into my veins,
which can no longer be released by even the deepest of cuts.
i think that even if i bled myself dry the hurt would still be there,
finally sunken into my skin and bones.
thats all thats left of me now,
sunken skin and broken bones
inhabited by my past, the present
and the treaturous caverns of my unsound mind.
i don't know how you can act like i'm the awful one
when you're the one that broke me.