Now I'm quiet and you think it's because I'm shy and insecure. But in truth, I'm quiet because I know once I talk, tears will follow. And maybe I'll blurt out the truth; how much I hate the thought of you. This is how I will break free from you: I won't say a word. I'll let you get bored and leave me, instead. But you take my silence as a cry for help. You take my silence as an "I need you"
I don't need you
I need you gone
I think about our conversations together, watching as you'd listen to me, obviously waiting for your turn to speak.
One slice,two slice to the flesh of my arm. Three slice, I think about how you would push me down to lift yourself higher. Four slice..
And I'm free.
