you offered me food and
got angry at me for declining
and you thought you were
helping by forcing me to
eat in public places and
laughing when i couldn't
and you thought you were
a riot when you were
making hundreds of
weight jokes but truth
be told i was never worse
than when i endured the
months of torture i did
when i called myself
*yours

i wish i could tell
you what's wrong
but i don't even
know why i'm
crying anymore
and i have no idea
why i'm folding up
inside
all i know is i just
want it all to stop
*please

if i could i would
turn everything
around in a second
but i cannot so i
will lay in bed and
hope tomorrow
will be better than
every yesterday

i can't believe this
is what became of
all of the fighting
and crying and
yelling and
you and i

you can't call me at
4am and expect me
to apologize for all
of your mistakes and
you can't tell me what
to do all of the time
and call that love and
you can't question my
every move  and say
that it's all my fault and
you can't control me
anymore

it's funny how
you tried to tell
me how to feel and
how to act and what
to say when in the end
you turned out to be the
one without any self control

it's been hard to
sleep since you
gouged out the
hearts in my eyes
and replaced them
with waves of tears

it's 3am and i can't seem
to shake the thought of
you braiding flowers into
someone else's hair

you taught me
that the saying
our grandparents
used
if it isn't broken
don't fix it
is obsolete
you taught me
your own version
*if it's broken
buy a new one