One day, I'll scar you

I want to drag my nails
down your skin to leave indents
glaring red, screaming, screaming
Remember me?
I'm the one you hurt!

And I want to shriek in your face
until your ears are half-deaf
so you can hear the longing to wail aloud
that has been building under
my skin
since you hurt me.

I want to pound bruises into your
expression, so I can't see your eyes staring
at me, so I can't see your eyes
bore into anyone again.

I want to tell you –
leave me alone. I am myself now.
I don't need you. I don't want you.
Stop whispering lies into my
ears.

Sometimes I want to rip your lips off
to forget your kisses
and I want to slice your wrists open
to show you what you've
made me do.

I try to tell you how I feel
but you run, run, run away,
making excuses for yourself
along the way.

One day, I'll cut my name into your
heart and leave the scar there
so you can remember what you did
forever and ever and ever.
You deserve to feel remorse,
to live in grief;

you deserve to have the pain I have now,
but of course you won't take it.

You think you are stronger than me
but you are pathetic and
weak and a little
bit of an attention seeker –
you cry loud enough for people
to answer, but you don't
deserve help.

When I cry, it's in the middle of the
night, so I don't hurt anyone
with my tears.

I just want to scratch your eyes out
so you can't see my body
anymore

but you still have memories.