You say that I'm selfish.
Maybe I am.
You will never know those words cut deep into my soul.
You say them without thinking,
But they rip me to shreds.
I'm selfish,
That's what you say.
I deserve this,
That's what you mean.
But do you ever stop and wonder?
Do you understand me?
Do you help?
Do you know what it's like to always put youself last in so many breaking ways?
Do you know how bad it gets?
Do you know how scared I am?
Do you know what it's like to always stand on the sidelines?
Do you know what it's like to lose a part of yourself?
Do you know what it's like to feel like a ghost?
Do you know what it's like to be so unhappy?
Do you know what it's like when people forget you exist?
Do you know what it's like to be everyone's therapist and never be able to say what you feel?
Do you notice when I'm dying inside?
Do you take my hand when I need you to?
Do you know the real broken me?
No.
You don't.
But I do.
Do you make me feel bad for all this shit I've been through?
Do you make me want to see crimson red blood drip from those cuts on my skin?
Do you blame me?
Do you hurt me?
Do your actions let me see that blood I crave?
Yes.
You do.
But I don't.
But I deserve this, right?
I am the worst thing that has ever happened to you.
I am an awful person.
I am selfish.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
