Breathless and Scarred

The pain of the last conversation still stinged fresh in my mind
Like tiny little nails being pressed into my heart,
And in the end I’m always left alone.
To decided, and think back to the memories;
That just started forming themselves in my head,
To things that you said that later will never be forgotten.
You can try as much as you want to take it all back,
But it has already plastered its way into my head.
Maybe you just do it to release unwanted anger,
Maybe I’m just easy to yell at and not feel guilt after,
Or maybe I look weak and defenseless;
So you take all your weapons and throw them at me.
I don’t know what it is,
I never will..
I just wish it would end