How can you sit there?
With that smile on your face.
You can even begin to imagion how much hurt you constantly put me through.
If its not by your hand its by your words.
I know you didn't want my and I'm just another little mistake.
If I could have my way I would've taken the easy way out.
I would've have left long ago if I wasn't afraid.
These scares on my wrist only tell half the story.
While the bruises you leave tell the other.
Ask me why I won't let a man touch me.
And why I crawl away from you.
Look deep into my brown eyes and you'll see the truth.
You'll see the lack of everything there.
I never show the true depth of emotion I mean to.
My blood ruins red just as your does.
I have your eyes.
You skin.
Hell even your nose.
I look at myself in disgust that I have you in me.
I want to tear myself apart to get you out.
You call yourself my family.
You don't care for me or notice me.
If you did you'd notice the blood stains on my sheets.
The way I treat myself.
The way I never say 'I love you'.
The way I'm glad when your gone.
And the way I constantly search for ways to dull the pain from your hate.
~Kristen~
Edited by: ShyTemptress at: 6/27/04 11:04 am