Thundering Thoughts

Tough Love

You enjoy tormenting me to pieces.
You adore this tear-drenched, nearly
blood streaked face.
You told me to do the bidding of the
institution-work my ass off 'til I'm
the cream of the crop.
Hence, I did-but why do I still get
verbal stabs and emotional slaps?

Perhaps, you've always loved to
see us tremble in fear.
I guess you felt respect and power
amidst our tears.
Damn, was it fun?
Ripping our hearts then pretend
that you never did-that it was
never done?

Oh, your tough love!
If that's what you call love, then it'd
be something I don't want to have.
How could what you call love make
me feel so dejected, so broken, so
caged?
You're ripping my chapters, now it
feels like I desire this to be my last
page.

Your love had drowned me to the
pits of scythe-full thoughts.
I'm tired of facing one-favored
battles you waged against us-
which we always lost.
Yet, I still love the person that I
know no more.
I'm letting the melancholic
melodies fill me to the core;

For one push and I'll be too broken
to be fixed, too drowned to be
saved, too far to be sought and
too wounded to be healed.
You already lost me, but it may
come to a point where I'd really
disappear; trust me, I will.