You told me, “it's all in my head”,
“Always overreacting,” I wish I was dead,
I constantly apologized for being sensitive,
My friends hated me for being passive.
You never say sorry for hurting me,
Ripping me apart, was it lovely?
Bleeding skin because of your thorns,
Throwing affliction, am I not worthy with scorns?
In the middle of the night, mom caught me crying,
Inside a pink colored room, a little girl is dying,
I endured everything just to keep you in my life,
Even if it means stabbing my own back with your knife.
I let you pulled the trigger of your gun,
I gave you several chances, like I'm a saint or a nun,
You fooled my heart for the second time around,
“It's never worth it,” that speaks so profound.
