No Sympathy

I bid thee no sympathy.

You know what you did.

I blame thee for the scars all over me.

You know I’m not a naive kid.

I’m alone, but what do you care?

The excruciating pain drives me crazy

This pain is mine, and only mine, to share.

My heart was delicate like the petals of a daisy.

Here I am dying inside

But there you are, moving on.

My spilled blood is dried,

I see the darkness as I numbly fall to the ground, not to wake until dawn.

I bid thee no sympathy,

You kill me inside, you hurt me outside, and what do I have to show?

My heart is locked and missing the key,

Now I wonder, why couldn’t I just say no?

I’m dying, you’re lying, and I’m crying,

It’s your fault.

I can still hear it; you are sighing

With every sigh, my heart locks tighter and tighter into a vault.

I bid thee no sympathy because of all you did to me.