I almost want to ruin you
The same way you ruined me
The way you fed me my insecurities
Attacking all that is me
But I didn't ask for this
I didn't ask to exist
Yet you take my reasons as excuses
And refuse to set me free
I am tired of your torment
Tired of the pain
Tired of thinking that I am insane
Because you do this to me
You want me to see
How weak I am
How undeserving I can be
But I already know that
You just made it more clear to me
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
