Your words stick to me like glue, but you’ll never realize – the damage you’ve caused along my brain.
It’s like a shot to my heart, causing skilled aim; your hit that only inflames my soul, drowning me in bloody shame.
What comes over you when you treat me like that?
You’re fucking me up and there’s no going back.
I never want to leave but I feel like I won’t be here much longer, because your hands on the trigger and your temper seems to get much bigger.
Maybe it’s my veracity that aggravates you or the way I gait back and forth, or maybe my screams that drive you berserk.
Well maybe it’s not me at all, maybe it’s you and having no self control. But what I don’t know won’t kill me, but it’ll surely hurt.
The more you open up pulls me in but when you belittle me, it’s like you beat me with a pistol. Your blows cause bruises along my body – until you can no longer recognize me.
Perhaps I can’t even recognize myself, therefore – Who am I anymore?
When I look in the mirror I don’t know who I’m looking at. You’ve dismembered my soul, and my bloodline runs flat.