The Night Talks • Vents

liar

do i need to cry
break apart
rip my hair out
for you to believe me

must i scream out my pains
relive my memories
cut apart my skin
to be seen as a victim

i am tired of letting myself go
just to avoid being called a liar
not all victims are weak
not all victims are liars

i could tell you in detail
how your hands burned holes into my skin
and how the look of you scares me
because you are my rapist

but i dont
because the last time i spoke out
you called me stupid
for your friend getting the police involved

and just now i get your text
saying that you miss me
asking me to come back
into your hellfire hands