I know you're sick of me
You're too nice to say
I'm scribbles beside cursive writing
You're sick of me
I don't want to stay here and bathe in it
I don't want to hear you tell me
You're sick of me
I know I can't handle it
Please don't say it
I have to question what I can believe
I question the way you look at me
I question what I am and what I'm supposed to be
Blindfold my eyes I'll never ever want to see
Blare your words through expensive headphones
Right into my ear, please
So I can learn why I'm never good enough
These lines on my wrists aren't decoration
Limit my respiration
My desperation
Intoxication
I need this
To end this
This sickness
Is vicious
I'm toxic
I'm toxic
God, I'm so toxic!
Tell me
Please just tell me
You're sick of me
Speak the truth as you whisper to me
The words I want to hear
I don't want to hear them anymore
Just say it so I can move on
YOU ARE READING
Why Don't I Write You A Poem
PoetryI write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.
