I am a broken soul.
I am jaded.
It is all because of you.
I hope you realize that you ruined me;
Not just for you, but for everyone.
I hope it hurts you that I never talk to you and never will.
You look at me pleadingly;
I looked at you that way once.
You just brushed me off, turned your back on me.
Now you expect me to give you a chance?
I don't think so.
I get it-
I was never yours and you never wanted me.
Why didn't you tell me that from the start?
It would have saved us so much misery.
You from the alcohol and drugs;
Me from the severe depression.
I have built these walls surrounding me.
It is impossible to destroy them.
They protect me and, without them, I would have no sanity.
They are not healthy for me.
They keep me away from other people, encouraging my skittishness when I am touched.
I hear your screams, along with hers, mingling together.
I hear them, feel them, whisper them.
I flinch when I hear them in my memories.
You...You, I can't even think of a terrible enough word to describe you.
You can't even tolerate each other, even though you used to love her.
Why is this?
Your greediness.
I saw a person die and you weren't even there for her funeral, this person that meant so much to you.
If I had told anyone what happened that night, you would be imprisoned.
You threaten me, threaten someone you say you love.
I advocated your case, but you didn't care.
All you do is use people.
You don't know the real me;
No one does.
