Au revoir.

Broken promises-- like knives-- drilled straight into my back,
allowing my emotions to seep through the cracks;
cracks that you push until they can't heal,
cracks that push me until I can't feel.

Push and pull, give and take,
wrong or right, real or fake?

Doesn't matter what I say,
you can't even hear me scream;
it's as if you do this just to see if I'll pull apart at the seams.

Your liquid courage doesn't last,
you don't even see the terrible shadows it casts.
Where am I? You don't even care.
"Poor little girl, life isn't fair."

Go hide your face, the bottle your only friend,
I'll fucking hate you til the very end.