Tears Upon A Saturday Rose

(note: I write as I feel, so this may make no sense)

Can you hear me scream!?
The sound ripping the atmosphere.
Destroying every inch of joy within it.
They all hold their hands to their ears.
Blocking out my cry for help.
Is this what it takes for you to listen?

Might aswell as be,
That you lock me within my own suffering,
Watching as I drown in my own pain,
Breathing it in,
Like water into lungs.
Suffocating me dry enough to add to the pain I already know.

Your very words are those that brought me upon this state.
Tearing at me like sharp knives that I sleep among.
Stab me in the heart, talk to me.
Doing just so you add to what I suffer,
Only it feels less to me as those before have numbed me.
Easing the earlier pain with more pain, equalizing the sting.

I wanted to stab you,
Hurt you with my words,
Like you did thoughtlessly to me,
I then realised I couldn’t hurt you as there is no heart to hurt,
But at least let me suffocate you,
Hurt and drown with my tears upon a Saturday rose.