Poems of a broken artist

Are you happy?

Are you? 

Are you Happy?

You tore my heart in two and come back saying I have to heal yours. 

I found a new one, but..

You keep coming back using old "friends". 

Leave me be. 

For I can not continue. 

Your memory hurts me. 

Your eyes burn my skin. 

Your existence angers a deep, hidden part of my soul. 

You tore my soul into pieces. 

Named the pieces then walked away. 

The names you gave them where all painful. 

They all come with memories. 

You did that on purpose, didn't you?

To know which voice goes with which horrible thing you put me through. 

Why did you do this?

They all were made to hide the pains. 

To hide the different parts You didn't like. 

Why take a innocent child and teach them to hate themselves?

For the joy of making them want your love?

Want your praise? 

I don't need or want you anymore. 

You have no power. 

And now You Don't Have Me.